Temporary insanity

Every once in a while, I go temporarily insane and suggest that we have a picnic at the park.  Maybe this wouldn't be such a problem at a park without a playground, but once my single-minded children catch a glimpse of the playground equipment, all hope is lost for any dinner to be consumed without a huge fight.  My memory again failed me last weekend when I suggested another such outing.  Dinner was painful (complete with returning Petey back to his seat no less than 12 times and threatening Charlotte with going home about 800 times), but we eventually got to the fun part -- monkeying around on the playground!

On your mark,

get set, GO!  Oops -- maybe Peter jumped the gun a little.

For the first time ever, Charlie Jo braved the tricky bars between the lower playground set and the upper one.  She did it a bunch of times, but always wanted one of us right there.

She still needed help with the climbing wall.

Zip, zam,

ZOOM!

The twisty slide isn't nearly as fast, but Charlie Jo humored me and went down it a couple of times.

Who will win?  Age and experience, or a little butt that actually fits in the slide?

Somebody PLEASE remind me to feed the kids first next time I have the ridiculous notion to feed the kids within sight of a playground.  Maybe I should just attach a note in all caps to the lunch bag we bring for picnics.