Expat picnic.

Mom took us to an expat picnic yesterday (across the tram tracks). The 4/6 line was her traveling limit with two children in tow, but she made an exception. I usually don't become possessed until after 2pm when I'm overly tired...so it was a calculated risk.

I played in the water and talked to a dying bee (poor guy). 

Hung out with my sister and ate donuts...very American, I know. 

Took a selfie with mom (and Pompom). 

And played with nagypapa who showed up to make sure us kids were still alive! Yes, folks, mom has kept us alive with NO help for three whole weeks!! TA-DA!!