Pickin' time

We made our first strawberry picking trip of the season last weekend and it was well worth the long wait. (You'll remember that our season was abbreviated last year due to a nasty storm that wiped out the crop and limited our frozen rations over the winter. You laugh; a sufficient berry supply does wonders come February in this wicked tundra.)
As you probably can imagine, Elise was content beyond belief when we got into the berry patch. Well, first she peed, but that was the result of poor planning on our part (mental note: next time get her to the bathroom before we go out) and not a sign of excitement. But after that incident, it was all good. I'd pick a berry and put it in the tray -- and Elise would promptly pick it up and eat it. Somehow there was room in that little belly for dozens -- dozens -- of berries. She does really well not picking unripened berries, although that's easy to avoid when she's picking from the TRAY and not the plants.
It's a blast to see a kid so happy with nothing but a strawberry.

 Busted.

 I have no idea what Elise was looking at.