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Just when you thought you couldn't have enough family fun...I decided to have a picnic at the beautiful park about 20 miles away from our home. Where do I begin? We pack up some food, badmitton set and all the blanket. Four kids in the truck and we are off! We arrive safely and find a scenic place to sit in this 324 acre park. We unpack and start to eat our lunch. The baby is snoozing nicely. All is well. UNTIL the local high school track team decides to exercise about 20 feet from us. The girls are wearing what is known as "booty shorts" and a bra tank top. My son (5) says "wow, you can really look up their shorts"
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He is my opinionated child. He is concerned that the teens are not wearing enough clothing. Funny, I'm haivng the same concern. The baby wakes up. The girls start doing cartwheels. 
. I turn the boys around away from the "show" and decided to nurse the baby. Maybe they will do their stretches and jog away??? NO, not a chance. What was I thinking? They are now going to practice sprinting right near us in this 324 acre park that is pretty empty. 
So, we pack up and decided to take a nature walk (which consists of me yelling at son (5) to be careful not to fall into the lake). We return back to where the girls are and they are starting to leave. We try it again with the blanket and all of our stuff. Within about 10 mintues my son (5) who never is still decides he doesn't want to play badmitton and is "bored". I encourage him to play with his brother but he wants no part of it. My older son (7) informs me that he hit the birdie thing into the tree and it's stuck. He feels the need to YELL this information to me and wakes up the baby. The baby cries, of course. 
I get up to check out the birdie thing situation and ntoice my daughter (3) is holding herself. She tells me she has to use the bathroom. There is no bathroom close by and we can't walk that far. She has an "accident". Ok, we pack up everything and jump in the truck-heading home. Not so fast. We try to take a short cut to go around the rush hour jam-up on the main road and land up going about 20 miles out of our way. We don't get lost but clearly that was not a direct route. 
It looked good on the map. I unload everyone from the truck and notice that the baby has "exploded" out of her diaper. Now I have two girls in poopy pants. Oh, and I forgot to set up the crockpot. Now we don't even have dinner. 
My husband called and wanted to know how the picnic went. 
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