#13: picnic

My girl loves "picnics." Sometimes she calls them tea parties, but usually we have picnics. Not sure why. Today I snuck (sneaked?) some pictures during our picnic.

She loves to set them up all by herself, like so.
She may have inherited the perfectionist, all-things-organized-and-in-a-straight-line gene from me. Oopsie. :) But at least she is creative, too.

Like so. This is what she served today.
(Note: though she set 4 places at the table, I was the only real guest. She made sure there was a seat for her baby sister and papa at work. Cute.)We had a delicious meal of pretend broccoli, which she graciously cut up for me (what 3-year-old eats pretend broccoli?!?) and some, as she dubbed it, "orange juice milk with cream, sugar, and lots of stuff." Num.