We attended a picnic at Reid’s daycare on Friday night. I was eager for the day to arrive but afraid to jinx anything. Last year Reid was sent home on picnic day with an intestinal something or other and instuctions that she wasn’t allowed to come back for the festivities. Sigh, it was even one of those kicked out based on rules but no sign of illness at home situations. I really wanted to meet the other parents. I don’t see many since Ken is usually in charge of drop off and pick up.

The problem with this past Friday’s picnic is that I was the same person I always am, which is to say that I am not comfortable in crowds and seem to have an amazing knack for sitting or standing near francophones. Add to that Reid’s desire to have us pay attention to her and Ken’s similar crowd-comfort feelings and you’ll not be surprised to hear that we only really talked to each other, Reid and the teachers. We did speak to Nicholas’ parents a bit but we didn’t introduce ourselves. Ah well, Reid was happy to have us in the sandbox and in the playground with her.

They served hotdogs and grapes - foods I cut in half before giving to Reid because they’re choking hazards, just read the advice literature. I didn’t tsk-tsk loudly. That would have been rude ;+) There were also cans of pop free for the drinking. Reid and I shared a cream soda and orange pop. She likes the taste but didn’t guzzle too much. Some of the little kids could have matched a college kid at a keg party, though. I wonder how many late night belly-aches and wide-awake kids there that night. Poor Ken had gone home sick Friday morning and wasn’t able to enjoy the food and drink provided. Poor me, I did choose a hotdog. A boiled and cooled off hotdog that I ate quickly, that is.

All in all, it was a nice event. I would say that even if we hadn’t won a door prize, though it was nice that we did.