I declared it picnic day, and the boys and I went to Town Square and had a picnic in the grass. Bart drove over and met us there for lunch. You'd think the boys hadn't seen Bart in a week, instead of three hours. They paced all over scoping out which way Daddy was going to come from.
Just documenting that in fact my children do eat occasionally. Its not always a pretty picture (Carter), but at least they eat enough to maintain life.