Last week we decided to take advantage of the short strawberry season and I bought two kilos of strawberries. Marga had mentioned that we should buy some, and then Nora's friend, Tona, who works the fruit section of the local grocery store gave her a strawberry when my back was turned, reminding me that we should get some. From what I could tell, Nora really liked the flavor of the strawberries, but she wasn't very fond of having the meat of the berry in her mouth, spitting out whatever she bit off. Of course her nice white shirt was stained in no time at all. But I did get some adorable photographs.
Two kilos of the good stuff from Huelva, Andalusia.
"Do I have something on my face?"
Spitting out the yucky bits.
Showboating for the camera.
This is what she does when you say, "Nora, show me your big mouth!" Not once has it failed to crack me up. It's also very handy for determining if she has swallowed the bite you just saw her take and can be given another.
A contented berry eater.
You're not properly enjoying your childhood if your face and clothes are clean.