Joel and I went apple picking with some ladies from church and our friends from the YWCA. I think there were 20 of us (give or take). It was a very beautiful day, perfect for picking apples.
We brought a picnic lunch to share with the residents, ate down by the river (in the sunshine) and then went about filling our bags with the apples. I've never seen trees so filled with fruit. Maybe I've always gone apple-picking at the end of the season.
Joel really enjoyed himself. When we got back in the van he said, "Thank you, Mom." I didn't have a clue what he was thanking me for, so when I asked, he said, "For picking apples!"
I didn't know that he was thankful to have this whole bag of apples all to himself until we got home. He was very upset with Jack for eating one, and then I realized he believed himself to be very fortunate indeed to not only have been given the chance to go to the orchard and get a ride in a wheel barrow and be spoiled by a bunch of ladies who were happy to see that there was a child on this outing. He also mistakingly thought that he and I were gathering all those apples JUST for him.
It was a huge disappointment to learn the truth!