Bubby has been putting in a lot of work hours lately, so yesterday I decided that we needed some quiet family time and thought we should go on a picnic. I made this unilateral decision without consulting my husband or the weather forecast. I mentioned it to my child in desperation to stop the screaming that was threatening to burst my eardrums while in the car earlier in the day, so then we HAD to go lest we risk an evening of sobbing and endless cries of “I wanna go on a pick-a-nick!” Way to think that one through, Mom.

I didn’t want to spend my afternoon cooking, so we made a stop at KFC and then looked for a spot not too far from home as the skies were turning a definite shade of gray. Even though we didn’t have a picnic basket (the horror!) Arwyn was appeased with a quilt that I threw in the car as our picnic blanket, and had to take along one of her blankets, as well as the small plastic Bert and Ernie that she has carried with her everywhere the past few days.

Before it started raining, we got to feed bread to the ducks, fish and turtles swimming around in the pond. After a while, Arwyn decided that the ducks weren’t that interested in the bread anyway, so she would just eat the bread herself. Arwyn made fast friends with (and broke bread with) another little girl her age that was there with her grandma.

I realized as I was composing this post that she had pink lemonade and white Wonder bread for supper last night. Awesome.

















