..a phrase I’ve uttered far too many times in the past three years. It certainly applied to our “family day” the other day.
The plan was to get pumpkins, take some pictures, get some lunch in downtown celebration, and then take the kids to the playground there. The weather has actually been beautiful, and it’s actually beginning to feel a little fall-like here.
Part one went off well enough. We got a pumpkin for everyone, and the kids loved running around the pumpkin patch.
Part two, lunch, didn’t go so well. Just as we were finishing up, Ben decided to leave his meal at the restaurant after all. He really wasn’t sick, but seems to just have a sensitive gag reflex if he coughs/chokes on something. Just picture sitting in a booth with diners all around you, while your child spews all over you, the table and the floor. Yeah, it was pretty sweet. I’ll spare you further details.
We got everyone cleaned up (or so we thought), and since Ben seemed fine, we figured we would give the playground a go. This is a place we go regularly, although I hadn’t been to the playground in a while. I was excited to see a state of the art, brand new playground had been built since the last time we had been by- and it was completely fenced in and closed off to anyone who wasn’t a resident of the community. This is just wrong because it’s right in the middle of a town that invites tourists in to shop, dine and spend their the money- why close off your playground? Grr. Instead of playing on the pristine playground in the crisp fall air, we rode home in our vomit-scented minivan, in a half-dejected silence.
At least we got some pumpkins:)