Freshly picked!
Last weekend, my parents and I decided to take Indio on an impromptu cherry picking excursion. Growing up, we would faithfully drive out towards Niagara every summer to pick baskets upon baskets of cherries. I have so many fond memories of *pit spitting contests*, climbing up to the *highest branch*, and picnics at Niagara Falls after a day of eating almost as many cherries as we picked.
Indio loved every minute of it and was especially excited that mama allowed him to take the pits out of the cherries on his own [my boy is growing up so fast!]. He was amazed at the vastness of Niagara Falls, though he continues to call it "the waterfall."
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Indio loved every minute of it and was especially excited that mama allowed him to take the pits out of the cherries on his own [my boy is growing up so fast!]. He was amazed at the vastness of Niagara Falls, though he continues to call it "the waterfall."
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