Cherries

We've been getting cherries from the 4 trees that we bought with the new house. And they are GOOD. And cherries are unusually expensive this year, so we're saving lots of money by eating our very own. Michael picked a whole bunch of sweet cherries last weekend and this weekend he's been working on the sour cherries. There's only one tree of sour cherries, but there are 3 sweet. It's a good ratio. Hannah is very excited to make a cherry pie. Cobbler might be more my speed at this point, but we'll see.

This morning when he asked the girls if they wanted to help him pick cherries, Naomi replied, "Not like cherries, Dada." This isn't strictly true. Sometimes she likes them and other times not. In any case, we weren't planning on feeding her sour cherries, anyway.

"Naomi, you don't have to eat them, we're just going to pick them," was the reasonable response.

"Not WANT to eat them, Dada."

"You don't have to eat them."

"Oh. OKAY! WANT TO PICK CHERRIES!!!!!!"