On Monday, that glorious summer day in April we had before the dreariness of the
rest of the week next two days, I took my kids to Brookdale Park for a picnic. I told them they could pick any table they wanted (we were next to the dog park), and they ran straight for one with rotted out benches. So I told them they could pick any OTHER table they wanted. They did. When I got to the table, I noticed some artwork on the table top, but not before my 2.5 year old noticed it. “Mommy, what is she eating?” I didn’t miss a beat, “It’s an ice cream cone.” It’s true; I lied to my child. (Oh the horror!) And I’m okay with that.
My innocent toddler accepted the answer, and I plopped down my bag on top of the
drawing. Then a truck came to empty out the port-o-potty that was about a hundred feet away, and our lunch-time was complete. The driver honked his horn when the kids waved at him, so that had a happy ending too.
All in all, a very nice day at the park. My one regret is not slathering the kids with sunblock. We ended up really needing it.