The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Picnic
I came home from work a little early today so I could take the boys on a picnic.
The oldest protested the entire drive. He did not want to go to the garden; he wanted to go to the park across town!
When we reached the garden, it was closed.
"Well, it looks like you'll get your wish!" I said.
"But I wanted to go to the garden! I want to stay!"
We got stuck in a traffic jam on the drive to the park. When we finally arrived, the sky had clouded over and a cold breeze blew. I dragged everything out into the grass while both boys screamed. They eventually calmed down, but nobody ate much. Before we could finish our dinner, it began to drizzle.
"You want to play on the playground while we're here?" I asked the oldest.
"No. I just want to go home and do Legos."
What can I say? I tried.