On the way there:
Mommy-Andrew, what color of strawberries do we put in our bucket?
Andrew-I want to pick the brown ones.
Mommy-Let's not. Those will be smushy and taste yucky.
Andrew-How about the yellow ones?
Mommy-Those are hard and not ready to eat yet. We only want to pick the ones that are red with no green, yellow or brown.
Andrew-(Quiet for a moment) Well Mommy...see my teeth. They are really hard and they can chomp hard yellow ones.
While we were there:
Andrew: Whoa! Look there's dirt underneath these strawberry bushes.
Mommy: Yes, strawberry plants grow in dirt. Just like our seeds at home.
A few minutes later...
Mommy: Watch out, it is really muddy here.
Andrew: Pigs like mud. (Lady in the next aisle laughs quietly)
Mommy: Yes they do. I want you to be careful not to fall.
Andrew: Pigs like to poop in the mud. You watch out for the poop, Mommy! (Eavesdropping lady laughs loudly as I assume she imagines the farmer allowing pigs loose to poop in his strawberry patch).
On the way home:
Mommy: Wave good-bye to the mountain Andrew. We are heading home to Daddy and Ryan.
Andrew: Bye-Bye Mountain.
(We drive for a few minutes, singing to a kids' CD he likes)
Andrew: (mid-song) Hey Mommy! Where are the rest of the mountains?
Mommy: What do you mean? There's just one mountain. Pilot mountain.
Andrew: No. I saw 5 of the mountains. Where are the rest?
Andrew thought that as we drove towards the mountain that each time we went around a curve and it appeared again that it was a new mountain. He couldn't figure out why we were not passing the other 4 on the way home. I love seeing the world through his fresh eyes and insights.