Yesterday, we took JJ for his first picnic with us this season.The boy can be a picky eater and doesn't care too much for sweets (lucky fella), but, like his buppa, he does like his chips (unlucky fella).
We sat by the river, and he played there while the grands were still content to sit, munch and finish their large coffees.
After lunch grandma helped him survey the scene before we all sauntered up the park and back.
At one point he found a boulder to climb and sit on. The monument was placed there by the cancer society. It is beside a daffodil bed, the daffodil being the society's symbol in Canada.
But then he wanted help getting down. Being a crusty old gaffer, I told him I thought he could manage. So he did.
Confidence boosted, he climbed it again.
We walked as far as the point before turning back.
He sure felt weary and complained about his legs being tired
But, miraculously, he did manage to make it back to the car. And we all lived happily ... for the rest of the day.