I thought it was just a simple picnic; my motive was to keep the chili, mustard and soda off of my seats and let the pip squeaks get some fresh air. So, with our 'sackful of Krystals' in hand, we wound our way through the pine shade to a sunny spot near the pond and that is when they declared we were in Paris, dining under the Eiffel Tower, no less!
Gotta love that imagination. . .
