a floor picnic... finally

One time I gave Levi two options... One was to stay here (home) for lunch and the other was to go out, get something special to eat, and bring it back here (home) to eat. He chose option two. As I was getting everything ready, I saw him ever so carefully carrying his plate of food off the kitchen table and into the family room. I quickly grabbed it and asked what he was doing. Apparently he took me very literally when I said we'd eat "here" because I was sitting on the playmat in the family room. Poor kid wanted to have a picnic. That day he learned the meaning of the words "option" and "misunderstanding."

Today we really did have a floor picnic, and it was pretty awesome. All our friends from Sesame Street joined us. This may need to become a new Friday tradition.




(Chloe, as always, was on clean-up duty.)

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