I almost entitled this post Strawbabies but I decided that was entirely too cloying. It also brought about the frightening image of hunger crazed evil scarecrow offspring with a taste for human flesh. ANYWAY, yesterday we went to Sweet Berry Farms to go strawberry picking!
I feel like I should be commended for going to a place called Sweet Berry Farms and not even once yelling, “SWEET BERRY WINE!” like Dr. Steve Brule. FOR YOUR WINE. I did say “pissed off” in front of my four-year-old niece and she latched on to the phrase like a starving baby. Mah bad! Sorry Aunt Amanda, my mouth is not child proof yet. Well, we picked some berries, Truman spent some much needed time with his cousins, I was introduced to some lovely ladies, and we met a goat!
Ah yes, good times had by all. I can’t wait until Tru is older so he can fully appreciate the wonder of the day trip. There are so many small towns around Austin that I am itching to explore. Shit, we’ve got the whole entire WORLD to explore.