My 5 year old daughter and her papa braved the rain and hiked to opa's mountain garden late yesterday afternoon. The urgency is because we have no more fruits at home; and because there are simply enough to be harvested up there. I am too lazy, I begged off while my youngest daughter insisted on driving, which is a no-no because papa just cleaned the car that day, too.
IC began to change her mind when she heard the door closing, she wanted to join them. I distracted her by offering to bake some muffins with her. So, while we were both busy mixing and pouring and baking at home; the other half of the family were engrossed in hiking, plucking, and picking.
The muffins were done in less than an hour, IC already chomped down two pieces when papa and MC came home bearing two big baskets of veggies and fruits. I am glad to see them dry, apparently, they were right in front of oma and opa's gate when it started to pour. They took a rain break there.
Both kids proudly presented their surprise gifts to each other for the day: IC gave her sister a muffin saying she baked this specially for her, MC gave IC a funny-shaped dawson plum saying she picked it up specially for her. I gave my husband a quick hug and a wet smack for letting me stay at home; and he playfully slapped my butt for being so lazy.