Berries and the Mattress-Eating Machine

So I thought it would be a good idea to drag my ninos to pick strawberries in the blazing sun.  They painted themselves white with sunscreen, put on their sunhats and we were ready to go!


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Eva took to the field like a migrant worker.  She gathered and picked endlessly until all canastas were filled.  I didn't even see her try one....

Dylan on the other hand, picked for about 15 minutes.   Grew bored.  Sat down and ate a few.  He eventually  followed his sister around, annoying her by coming into her lane.  "No Dylan!  I'm picking here!" 



Not to be outdone, but this morning we had a very enthusiastic conversation about garbage men.  Dylan loves the trucks.  "Mommy! ERRRRRR!"  (That's his garbage truck sound).  We watched from our living room window, as the garbage men worked our street.  We unanimously decided we would rather be the guy on the back of the truck, than the driver.  Our neighbor across the street threw out a queen size mattress.  Eva was distraught over this.  We watched as the hombres lifted it into the huge truck and eventually sucked it in and ate it up.  The two of them just sat there mesmerized at the big truck that just ate a mattress for breakfast.  Dylan just said "Whoa!"