So while we were out on our little adventure Easter weekend (to Watson's Bay, if you care) we stopped to have some fish and chips for lunch, because.... well, we always get fish and chips at Watson's Bay... it's the law. And after we had STUFFED ourselves to capacity, our kids decided they'd like to feed the bothersome birds who had been hovering by us, watching every bite we ate. Why we let them reward such rude behaviour, I don't know, but we did.
So here's my Reid, who found a much more entertaining way to feed them, rather than the standard, "let's huck pieces of food at them" thing.
He's holding up a french fry, if you're really dying to know.
And so ends another fun filled post. Thanks for stopping by.