Berry Pickin'

While we waited as Tate was strummin' his fiddle yesterday afternoon, I let the children play in the parking lot. What a responsible mother I am. Lest you call CPS, you should know, not a single car entered or exited the lot while we sat there for 36 minutes. So, while I took some pictures of the girls dancing in their leotards, Bret decided to gather poisonous berries, and I didn't oppose. I'm really on some kind of parenting roll. I love the dirt in his fingernails.