We went strawberry picking at Millets Farm last week with some of our friends. Osian carried the punnet (and quickly managed to pull the handle off):
It took a while to get the hang of strawberry picking . . . ‘Mummy, GREEN strawberries!’
‘Mummy – a STRAWBERRY!’ (As if finding one had been very difficult.)
We made strawberry drizzle cake the next day. Osian helped me cut up the strawberries with a blunt knife, ‘Osian do cutting!’, and liked cracking the eggs. He did eat quite a lot of cake mixture, and I had to restrain him from putting his head into the mixer to lick the beaters as they were going round . . .