And it was! She scooped up a bunch of "pay-ears" and found a couple of nice, clean, healthy pears she wanted to eat. I joined them (after the hard work was done, natch) and lifted NJ up so she could pluck a couple of fruits from the branches. NJ dug that a great deal.
Once inside, hands and pears all washed, she enjoyed the fruits (literally! Ha!) of her labor.
Maybe the kid needs a butter churn or a pasta maker for Christmas.
All the sweeter because I picked it myself, Daddy. All the sweeter.