It's strawberry season in Tennessee, which is basically what I live for all year. Oh and football. But seriously: strawberries. Fresh strawberries are epic. My oldest son and I could probably eat our body weight in strawberries, so we frequent the local produce store often these days. I was in there with both my boys yesterday afternoon ("don't touch anything!" "that's not your produce!" "hands to yourself, don't squish the berries!" "be good, we can't be banned from this store!"), which is like herding cats to get in and out safely with the store still intact. We get in the car and my 5-year-old has a funny look on his face and he holds something tightly in his hand, which he claims to be a corn kernel that he found on the floor of the store near some bins of dry goods. I considered having him march back into the store to return this kernel to its rightful place but 1) everyone was already back in their car seats (enough said
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