I always thought that apples grew in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator. I could go in there, get an apple, pear, peach, or whatever happened to be in there at the time (last week we had pluots!) and chow down. When the drawer started to empty, more would magically appear. It seemed like the perfect system.
Well, today we went apple picking and I learned that apples actually grow on trees. And they are awesome. The best part of the day? Riding on tractors. Tractors have wheels, which makes them tops in my book. I practiced saying "car" for most of the tractor ride because "car" is what I call anything with wheels. It's just easier that way. Who wants to yell, "car, truck, grocery cart, minivan, train, stroller" all the time when you can just yell, "car, car, caaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?"
So, once we got into the orchard, I got to hang out on my mom's back in the carrier most of the time. Liana found me a perfect Asher-size apple that I worked on most of the time in between pulling apples off the trees. Mom enjoyed this part because it gave me something besides her hair to pull. I have to say it makes much more sense that apples grow in orchards rather than in a magical refrigerator drawer.
After the apple picking we hung out at the country store and sampled some fudge while listening to a strange one-man band singing weirdly synthesized versions of "Achy Breaky Heart" and other country songs. I showed off my new dance moves which my family describes as "sumo-esque." The day ended with the girls yelling about how boring the day was because Mom and Dad wouldn't let them ride on the crappy carnival rides that cost $2 per ride. There was a lot of crying on the way home, but then we all fell asleep, and then started crying again when we got home. I had fun at least. The girls seem to be hard to please nowadays.