Sunday was a happy Father's Day with a trip to Fishkill Farms to mark the occasion. Berry picking, cherry picking, music blaring, hens were staring, hat had fallen, good times calling. You get all that?
The fields had seen a lot of rain and they put a one pint per family limit on the berry picking to ensure there was enough to go around. This was fine for us because as we discovered: we are berry picky. Emma is not picky and ate a few berries that didn't make the basket. She also ate the leaves if we didn't retrieve the stem from her in time. She loves strawberries!
Patrick stood in a line of Dads waiting to get his free scoop of icecream. Being a dad has perks!
Emma made funny faces for her first taste of icecream. I thought she'd love it but she seemed to think it was just o-k, and a little strange. That's alright Emma, you were only allowed a taste anyway!
Lets hear it for dads!
(Emma, in the style of Emma, fell asleep on the drive home and continued to nap in bed after we arrived.)
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