I felt like we were a bit of a white trash family when we got up early saturday morning and headed out to do some shootin'!
Jack seriously loves his ear protection. He puts them on before we even leave the house. He wears them on the short drive down our road, past the prison and trailer parks and out into the desert (doesn't it sound like we live in a lovely neighborhood?) He just keeps those "mickey mouse ears" on all day!
I like the handgun best. Don't try breakin' into my house when Quinn is gone, I keep this babe by the bed!
Yes, that is a really cute little face made extra chubby by the "ears."
Jack shootin' the real gun with his Daddy.
On the way home I made Quinn stop the car so I could pick some of these:
Quinn: "San..(he says in that warning voice that tells me he doesn't trust what I am about to do)Be careful not to poke yourself!"
Me: "The actual fruits don't even have pokies on them."
I proceed to pick.
Quinn: "Are they even edible? What if they are poisoned?"
Me: "They're not poisoned, people make jam out of these!"
Now I have about 5 or 6.
Me: "OUch, oh....oh man..they do have stickers on them!"
It turns out the fruit themselves seem harmless as they just have a few spikes on them that are literally as flexible and thin as a human hair. They eventually stick ya though and my fingers still hurt 2 days later, nasty little suckers!
I did eat one half-hearted bite and one big whole-hearted bite
(after doning my gloves and cutting away all the skin)
but they don't taste like much, just very juicy and tasteless.
Those jam makers must use alot of sugar.