We set off into the apple orchard and Mila seemed to know exactly what to do. She picked up apple after apple after apple off the ground, setting them in her beloved wagon. Pointing and squealing, walking and stooping and picking. We didn't have the heart to tell her that the apples off the ground weren't good so in a sneaky switcheroo move I distracted her while Steve dumped her apples out and put his basket in. I think she was onto us, though. That Wugs is a smart cookie.
And now let the apple-picking pictures commence. After all, it's another first for us.