Every year, our church holds a Memorial Day picnic. Everyone looks forward to it, there's always too much food, and all the kids get to run around on the playground at the state park. It's great!
This year was no exception, except that there was a light drizzle falling the whole time. Fortunately, that didn't affect the amount of food that was there.
Edie found the plate of tomato slices that were there to be put on burgers. She didn't really see the need for anything else, so she just loaded up her plate full of tomato slices and called it a day. (Okay, that's not strictly true. She got a bunch of cookies, too.)
Marty chose a different approach and found a Klondike bar, which he ate with great enthusiasm.
The rain kept falling all afternoon, which kept most of us huddled under the pavilion, but didn't dampen the kids' spirits at all. Edie ran out into the rain and played cornhole with some other kids. She kept running over to me to provide updates on how her team is doing. "The team is winning!" "The team is still in the lead!" "The team hit me with the beanbag!"
Marty also played out in the rain, but didn't really seem bothered with rules or any sort of organization at all. Instead, he found a big muddy puddle by the side of the pavilion and wallowed in it for about an hour, much the same as a prize pig might.
He's absolutely soaked and filthy in this picture, but it's difficult to tell. His shorts were just a little bit too big for him, too, so most of the people at the picnic were watching him and casting bets on when the pants would completely fall off.
They never did, but boy, did they come close.
His diaper, as you may be able to notice, is almost completely brown because of how much he was sitting in the mud. He was thoroughly disgusting. He was also the star of the picnic. Everyone loved watching him frolic around, and many people commented on how much they loved his "SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE" shirt, which Tamsen made for him, because of course she did.
All told, we had a great time, and both kids were very sad when we had to go home.
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