Weeks ago I decided that going to a pick your own strawberry farm would be a fun activity for our local playgroup. It seems that many others agreed as several mom / kid pairs RSVP that they would be there. I was looking foward to some sweet juicy berries myself!
Alas, this morning we woke up to gray clouds and a radar report that looked ominious. I rang my friend Jen to see if she still wanted to pick a few before the rains came. SHe did, so we drove over there and enjoyed our 15 minutes or so of picking. Leah and her son Carter sampled several in the field and had fun running up and down the rows. ( Well, Leah sort of sampled. She mostly picked them out of my box, ate one bite & threw them on the ground. ) Soon the rains came and we got kicked out of the field by the staff and headed to the shed to pay for our berries. I'm not sure what we were thinking being out in an open field with a storm comign anyway. While standing there waiting the kids started running down the hill just as a HUGE clap of thunder sounded. Leah screamed in horror and came running back. Carter screamed too, I think because LEah screamed, and came running as well. So there I stood holding two 30+lb toddlers in the rain trying to pay for the handful of berries I had picked. We paid and headed to the car and as I went to lift Leah into her car seat she said "I'm POOPY!" So yeah I guess the thunder scared the shit out of her!