Post Picnic

After the picnic, Terry came over for a visit to Mom and Dad's house in Burlington.  The next day we bid farewell and pointed the Suburban back toward the U.S.

Eric, sometimes called little Ricky, came over with Terry and Nancy.  He loved to jump on us and attack us with his milk bottle (squirt gun style), the weapon you see him holding in this picture. 
You have to stick up for your little brother and Melody was certainly doing her job!  Mark just might hurt poor little Ricky by hitting him on the fist with his cheek.
We did just fill ourselves with picnic food yesterday but it's just the sociable thing to do, talk around the kitchen table with a bowl of potato chips.
This is the traditional but sad farewell picture on the front lawn, just before we all climb in the car and head out.
It's a long drive kids, you might as well try to get some sleep