Picnic
I have a storybook about a chicken named Hasty Hattie who likes going on picnics.
I love picnics! My folks say that I may be too young to remember the picnics we’ve had in Bloomington. But I have them now, indoors and in the comfort of my own room!
I have a soft, jigsaw alphabet mat in my room that I call my picnic “blanket”. I am allowed to have some snacks and covered drinks there. My picnic mat is also the only place I am supposed to play with my LEGO blocks. I am not allowed to spread them all over the floor and create “little land mines of pain”.
Anyone with blocks or cars or food is welcome to join me on my picnic area. But ants and rude people are not welcome. Clothing is optional.
Toddler Isaac
