Apple Pickin'

After a great breakfast at Cookie and Grumps' house, we headed out to a local apple orchard to go apple picking. Caroline, who had never been before and had no idea what apple picking was, kept telling anyone who would listen that we were "going apple pickin'." As we got into the car and started the drive, we heard a lot of conversations like this:

Caroline: Lucy, we go apple pickin'.

Lucy: I know, Caroline.

Two minutes later ...

Caroline: Lucy, we in car. We go apple pickin'.

Lucy: I know, Caroline.

Two minutes later ...

Caroline: Lucy, we go Cookie Grumps. We go apple pickin'.

Lucy: Caroline, I know. You already told me like seven times.

Steve and I couldn't help but laugh at Lucy's exasperated response.

We started the visit with a hayride:

Then we got to picking. The girls ate a LOT of apples.

Waving hello to the people on the hayride

Steve entertained us with his juggling.

And of course, it wouldn't be a trip out of the house unless Caroline required a public diaper change. Not shockingly, Steve thought this would be the perfect photo opportunity. As it turns out, poop humor is funny when you are 13 and 30.

There was also a small area with children's toys. The girls loved it:

I should say that they loved it until Lucy pulled her sister in a car which then tipped over into a puddle of "muddy water." I put it in quotes because although it looked innocent enough, it smelled of manure. That was enough to not only make us quickly leave but also to strip Caroline down immediately.

What are you lookin' at?