We went to an apple orchard this week.
T walked up to the cashier. Hesitantly he announced "I'd like to go pick some apples, please."
She smiled and replied, "If your mom says so."
"She said yes," he told me.
Oh, I love this age! We went back outside into the bright sunshine. It was so pleasant. Crystal clear and comfortable. Perfect weather for apple picking. I consulted the map I'd picked up just inside the door and we set off in search of the orchard. T was amazed by the number of trees. I'd forgotten just how short apple trees really are. Seriously, why do children's story books usually draw them so very tall? We wandered around the orchard for a bit before turning around to get a bag for the apples. Picking them was such fun!
When we returned to the store to pay our bag was full to the brim. T was brimming with pleasure too. As a final treat to finish out our excursion he enjoyed a fresh apple slushy. He said it was the best drink ever. Then he got to play on the orchard's play set, which was shaped like a giant boat. By the time we went home he couldn't say what was the most fun. It made for a really great day.