It was precious and sweet. But then Acacia decided that she
could no longer wait to get to a picnic table. She started to pull food from the bottom of the stroller before I realized it.
Out toppled all of the Apple Bread. The girls, of course, decided that picnicking on the cement beside the penquins was a marvelous idea. But gross. I couldn't let that happen. So we scooped it all up into a paper plate and Malachi carried it to the trash. Shoot, what a waste.