We took all the boys strawberry pickin' yesterday morning. They had already been with Marmie this season so they were prepped and ready to go.
One thing I was not aware of was Tucker's undying love for holding the basket. When it was time to give Grey a turn, the Tuck Monster broke loose...
Grey decided it wasn't really such a thrill to hold the basket so he let Tuck hold it 95% of the time. I was very impressed with his decision. His love was really eating every strawberry he picked.
Instead of referring to Tucker as Tuck Monster, we decided The Strawberry Nazi was much more fitting. Not only did he have to be holding the basket, he had to be the only one to put the strawberries in the basket and they definitely could not have stems. And oh heavens, if he saw you eating one...LOOK OUT. The Strawberry Nazi was in full force.
I spent a lot of time laughing at him. And taking pictures of him in all of his Nazi-ness.
Here he is checking for stems. He was all smiles when they checked out to meet his standards.
He definitely would attack if things were not as he wished. The joys of a little brother. Or The Strawberry Nazi.
Oh man those strawberries tasted like they were coated in sugar. I have eaten almost half a gallon on my own!
I love Grey's boots! And Tucker's eccentricities, too. Kids are hilariously particular. I remember being late for middle school many a time because Davey couldn't leave the house unless his jeans fit over his boots JUST so. These will make great stories to tell them one day! :)
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