Ian walked over to the plastic kiddie picnic table on the front porch. It’s the bright yellow number that is one of the mandatory pieces of crap that mysteriously appears when you have kids. I don’t know how we got it. It must have been a hand-me down from someone.  It will have to be passed down to another family in a year or two when the boys legs are too big to fit under it, because that plastic monstrosity sure isn’t going to decompose ever. Not terribly eco-friendly.

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