Nom nom nom

In actuality, our local strawberry farm is not an all-you-can-eat buffet. But try telling that to Caleb.

I counted at least 33 berries that went into his mouth straight off the vine, stem and all. That's just while I was looking. Occasionally I had to look away to pick some strawberries that could go home with us for later consumption, so there's really no telling how many berries he ate during our little outing.

When he'd managed to pick one section of a row of vines clean, he'd simply scoot down a few feet until he happened upon a new patch of berries. It was an efficient, low energy process that resulted in a constant and steady stream of strawberries into his tummy during the duration of our time at the field. I obviously don't have to worry about him surviving alone in the wild anymore.

And as if being set loose in a field of food wasn't enough, my little guy's dreams came true with a ride to and from the strawberry fields in a big noisy farm tractor. To say he had a pretty good morning would be an understatement. I have a feeling we could repeat this field trip every day and he'd never get bored.