Hey, Boo Boo

We skipped out on a birthday party for a small child this weekend in order to sit around outside on what we optimistically called “a picnic.”

Our small child insisted on carrying the bag of food, which he bonked along the ground endlessly until he said, “Here, Daddy, carry this,” and promptly dropped it. Nothing was too smashed or shaken, although I was glad we had packed tea instead of cokes. We sat ourselves on an old tablecloth that brandus won’t let us get rid of because his parents gave it to us, but he wrinkles his nose at every time I pull out to use. So it’s been serving as a cat bed, and was evidently used at some point in the past as a brownie rest, as where there isn’t cat hair, there are brownie bits permanently stuck to it.

We sat down and ate our food while swatting bugs and watching the child steadfastly ignore his chicken in favor of playing in the bbq sauce with a biscuit. I saw several ants try to make off with a brownie crumb, but that stuff was stuck GOOD. Brandus tried to take Voldemort down to see the clams in the water, which got the kid so excited he ran back and forth between the two of us for a good five minutes before finally giving in to the inevitable and falling on his face. Which is fine, by the way. The stitches he got last week came out on Wednesday, and I only cried a little while he was screaming “I’m scared! I’m scared! MAAMAAAAAAAA!!!.”

Really. Only a little.

This was our first encounter with stitches. I feel good. We made it a solid three years, and the fact I came home the same day to see him throwing himself off of more furniture with abandon didn’t leave me with FEELINGS OF DREAD for the future or anything.

Much.

Stitches

Yeah. Not exactly phased.

But fortunately, falling on his face on our picnic did nothing other than cover him in slime, which is pretty much par for the course when dealing with a three year old.

And when we got back – buggy, itchy, vaguely full from what we managed to eat, and covered in ground in brownie bits – we even managed to smile and say, “we should do this again next week.”

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