We had a lovely little picnic at the Botanic Gardens with our friends on Sunday.
Being the ignoramus that I am, I circled the Botanic Gardens trying to find the right entrance to the place. In the end, I parked at Cluny Park Road carpark and the whole family walked towards the Shaw Foundation Symphony Stage area where the gang had gathered.
Well, to be accurate, the wife and the kids walked. Isaac and I scootered ahead on a Xootr kickscooter. It was fun getting lost with my son. We rode through the park, partly to backtrack and look for Mommy and Co (who had taken a slightly different route to the stage) and partly to just get lost and stumble into things, like the Evolution Garden (Creationists would flip out here).
When the road got bumpy, I carried the scooter and we walked. When the slopes were too much, we walked again.
Isaac got a little worried when we couldn't see Mommy's entourage. "Call Mommy on the phone, Papa," he kept saying.
"It's okay," I told him, "we'll get there. Just enjoy the ride with me, ok?"
This reassurance helped him to enjoy the rest of the journey and our fellowship.
By the time we reached the group, they were already playing some group games, very sportingly. I turned on my camera and did my unofficial photographer job.
Towards the end of the picnic, the Friends sprang a little surprise for the wife because it was her birthday. She was very touched by the gesture and we all devoured the green tea cake despite being already full with hotdogs and beehoon.
The Friends asked me how many candles to put on the cake, before they took it out. Being a clueless husband, I said, "All of it lor." Fortunately, they were wiser and put in a symbolic number of candles instead. Not that my does-not-look-her-age-at-all wife had anything to hide anyways.
Faith had fun lazing in the park grounds and running here and there. Joy tried to blow bubbles but failed by no fault of her own (the solution was too soapy). Watching her "pfffft" as hard as she could, only to have a tiny bubble appear, cracked me up.
I think I shall try getting lost in the gardens with my son again. It was a great little adventure to share with him.