We made plans to get out to the park early.
I made a picnic lunch.
We ended up eating it around the coffee table in the living room before we left.
Ruthie discovered that she likes salt and vinegar chips.
I discovered that I like picnics better when my bread hasn’t had time to get soggy.
We made our way to the park after lunch.
Ruthie had a secret for me in the car: Max’s breath stinks.
Max, who rode in the backseat with Ruthie, was indifferent.
We all hiked down to the waterfall together: a slippery slope.
Ruthie and I made our way to the other side of the creek, jumping from rock to rock.
Ruthie fell in.
We hiked back out, Ruthie running, the rest of us gasping for air.
I took Ruthie to a friend’s house to play.
We moms chatted and drank watered down Coke.
The kids gave each other traffic tickets for speeding on their scooters.
Ruthie went to jail twice.
We came home, made spaghetti, took a bath, read a book.
Ruthie fell asleep.
I painted my toe nails the perfect shade of gray.