We picnicked at the MacKenzie Center yesterday afternoon. Those in attendance were my mother, my brother, my husband, and yours truly. We took the modern route with our picnic-merrymaking and partook of the local Subway beforehand. With subs and salads in crinkly, see-through, I'm-holding-really-yummy-food bags, we piled back into the car.

Mom and Charlie showed Miles the traditional "We're on a picnic, oh yeah" dance as he was unfamiliar with our customs. He really got into the exercise, and even added a step or two of his own. We then sat down to our feast and devoured.



Afterward, as I made my way to the public toilet, secretly carrying a wad of disinfectant wipes in my fist (you never know the state of a toilet located in an underused picnic area), Miles had his way with the camera. I returned to find not only the above shot, but also a collection comprised of various blades of grass and Charlie's ear. He's "special".

...and, we fed his ego just so. "Miles," we begged. "Take our picture?" He agreed with a flourish, and nastily caught our primping on film before letting us put up a "put together" front. He spent the rest of the afternoon catching me in various states of idiocy.