Man, white strawberries are sour.
Dude, white strawberries are really hard.
Sick, the really dark reddy brown ones are rotten.
Stop, I think that strawberry hit my EYE.
Wait, if you throw another one I will catch it with my mouth.
Boys! Is anyone picking strawberries? Let me tell ya, come December, strawberry sundaes will be for PICKERS, not LOAFERS!
Smack! Dude, QUIT throwing strawberries. Seriously!
I don't whike strawberries.... (whiny voice)
Ugh, I feel sick, I ate like about like 50 strawberries like already.
How many strawberries do you have? I have more. I have lots more. See? I'm BEATING you.
Hey, watch. I can throw a curve ball with this one.
Stop it, you hit me again! Jerk! Moooom, he got strawberry guts on my shirt!
Boys! If you don't stop throwing strawberries you are going to sit in the VAN! No wait, YOU are going to pick another 4 quarts of strawberries while I SIT IN THE VAN! .
Holy Crap! Look at that bug. Sick. I think it's dead. Mom, do you want me to pick this strawberry with the dead bug on it?
Mom? Hey! Mom? Can we make strawberry sundaes tonight? Can you make us strawberry sauce for pancakes tomorrow? What else can we make with strawberries? Oh, yeah! I want some of the yogurt with strawberries like a parfait. And, can you put some in the Popsicle molds? That would be good too. I'm hungry. What's for dinner?
Best line of the whole day: Wow, that strawberry tasted like NATURE.
Our haul? 12 quarts of strawberries - yes, the picture is the real deal. Side splitting humor? Endless. Boys will be boys.