Strawberry fields forever

The boys and I went strawberry picking today. James was tremendously industrious, although only about half of what he picked ended up in the basket. The rest went into his and Thomas's mouths. Thomas was less impressed by strawberry picking than James: it was hot out, the berry patch was of course unshaded, and he couldn't quite figure out how to find and retrieve the berries hidden under the green leaves. James compensated for this disappointment by stuffing Thomas's mouth so full of fruit that he couldn't fuss. Their shirts were so stained with red juice that they looked like very small extras from the battle scene in Les Miserables.

A related development: James, the underpants king of Rockville, MD, wore big boy pants to the farm without incident! He's been exclusively in underwear for a few days now and is doing brilliantly.