Today we met Kent at work for lunch. And in the spirit of adventure we decided to picnic at the top of the perfectly deserted parking garages and take in the view.
So we all squished in to the trunk and ate with our one hands...the one not wedged into Greta's back, and laughed at our secret little lunch spot.
Eventually we were found out. A youth appeared in dark clothing, much like my husband's, but still, I was suspicious. I wasn't sure I wanted to meet anyone else as crazy as us so off we flew. Besides, I didn't need to eat anymore of the box of cookies I was working on.
The change of scenery was refreshing and as Greta and I drove home, she reflected that "That was a fun picnic in the trunk Mommy."
Right-o kid-o!
Sounds like a super fun time! Greta is one cute kid :)
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