food truckers

The perfect weather fairies finally descended upon Saint Swamp Louis this week and graciously combined forces with the food truck gods to set up fun camp at the park near our house on Tuesday night. So we grabbed our biggest and greasiest appetites and walked down to rub shoulders with/gawk at all the cool cats from our hood.

There were easily over a thousand felines roaming the premises and after deciding against waiting in looooong lines for super fancy grilled cheese or giant sushi rolls ... we went with boring but (so) delicious pretzel burgers (mine with pineapple ... Simon's sworn enemy).

While Simon was waiting in the itsy bitsy 20 minute burger line I watched the shorts play on the playground with the other dozens of kids and felt like a negligent parent for not accompanying and following 8 inches behind Julia on the play structures. When did this horrible not enjoyable epidemic begin and when will it end? I really hope it's just a trendy phase and that we can all forget about tomorrow because I've got bigger fish to juggle (like the tattle tail mom telling me about Sebastian crawling under the bridge and eating a big bad leaf while I silently yell at my eyes to not fly into their favorite rolled position).

After we inhaled our healthy fare we took a long 6 minute walk around the rugged terrain to burn 3-5 cals . . .

. . . which was fun and not dumb at all.

It was a great 65 minutes of something new and different and my favorite moment occured when a pleasant gentleman came and sat one inch away from us on the park bleachers directly facing the monstrosity of a playground and grumbled, "there are two many damn kids here."

I know. They're the worst.