Strawberries everywhere

This afternoon I took Hank to pick strawberries at Tate's Farm in Corinth. Hank's favorite food in the world is strawberries, so he was especially excited to go pick his own. We drove into the farm, where Farmer Tate himself gave us containers and pointed us to the fields. Today was the first day of the picking season here (a little late this year, due to the long winter) but there weren't many other people out there so we had a huge field entirely to ourselves. We picked 4 quarts of strawberries and then hustled back into the car so we could get home in time for dinner. "Mommy, can I keep one of the baskets of strawberries back here with me?" Hank asked. "Yes, but only eat 3," I replied. I had seen him scarf down a few strawberries out in the field so I knew he couldn't have room for much more. When we got home, I lifted Hank out of the car and he handed me his container of strawberries, which now contained only stems. That's right folks, he ate an entire quart of strawberries. His little belly was distended and the front of his shirt was streaked with red strawberry juice. He had red stains around his mouth and under his fingernails. It was so cute, I couldn't even get mad at him for spoiling his dinner. (Which he didn't touch, of course!)