Four year old, Chloe, and her family came to visit the farm the past couple of days. They came all the way from Vancouver to check out the farm and to meet Mary Alice.
Chloe and I hit it off right from the start...and then she wouldn't leave my side. From across the farm she would yell my name "Matalie! Matalie! I picked some potatoes!" or "Matalie! Matalie! Here's a strawberry...it was right next to the reindeer poop!" My favorite line was when she asked me if I have "bras on my boobas." Ha! Oh man, it was great having a little munchkin around...even when she stepped on a head of lettuce and pick a succulent tomato that needed just a bit longer to get bigger.
I guess you would really have to let go of perfection if you were to ever raise kids on a farm or near a garden. The good thing is that they sure don't have a fear of getting dirty!
*I was able to add the rest of my photos to my flikr account. Check them out!
3 comments:
I would have told that little girl to go sit her self down somewhere, and not to ruin everything. I would have told her unless she could say my name right, she needn't say anything at all. Then I would ask her over and over again what her problem was. Nat Nat, you have a whole lot of learning to do, when it comes to dealing with kids. It is ok
Oh, I forgot, I had a question too. Did you make her eat that Strawberry???
Ha! I am sure there is not a single child that could say your name correctly...
Actually, I ate the strawberry...it was delicious...feces flakes and all.
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