This morning I was at a playdate with a friend. The restaurant we chose had a patio (yay!) and a sandbox (oh Dear God no).
After our food arrived I left Genevieve in her highchair and went down to retrieve Payne (and wade through stupid effing sand) so he could eat his lunch (while covered in gritty effing sand).
When I returned to our table, Genevieve was calmly holding a basket partially overturned in her lap and snarfing her brother's french fry.