sunny days picnics ``open

[rainbow]

* isabelle white;
^{heavens not a place
where you go when
you die, its that
moment in life
when you
actually
feel
alive}

Bethie clapped giddly as Isabelle spread the big blanket across the ground. It wasn't a big blanket, but it was large enough for Isabelle and her young daughter to have a picnic. The basket sat next to Bethie, who had picked her own clothing out today and as a result was dressed a little crazily. The little girl was wearing a purple pair of overalls, with a bright green and blue striped t-shirt underneath. Her shoes were a pair of red and orange rubber boots. Isabelle didn't mind the quirky style, she herself had an odd sort of style but she did believe in encouraging her little girl's sense of style. Well, why not? She would learn it some time, and it couldn't hurt for her to start today.

Isabelle herself was wearing a pair of skinny jeans in black with a pair of flats that were also black, but had tiny pink bows on them. Over top she was clad in a pink t-shirt with black shapes on it. Her hair was straightened and hung loose around her shoulders, hiding the hoop earrings she had debated about putting in. It wasn't always a smart idea to wear this type of earring around Bethany, as the three year old had developed an irksome habit of pulling on her earrings when she wore big ones. Perhaps the little girl couldn't help it, but still. No matter how many times Isabelle scolded her, this was the one thing that Bethany resisted.

The minute the blanket was straightened to perfection, Bethany plopped herself down. Isabelle grinned and lowered herself to the ground and pulled the basket in front of her, opening the lid and pulling out the various tupperware containers. One was a tiny container of olives. Isabelle had never been fond of them before but when she was pregnant with Bethany, she had started to like them. Bethany poked out her index finger. "Momma?" she asked. "Yes Bethie?" Isabelle responded. "Are those pickled figs?" Isabelle laughed. "No, luv, those are olives." Bethie nodded curtly, looking absolutely adorable as she did so too.

"And Im free, free fallin;
Yeah Im free, free fallin'."

Isabelle glanced at the jogger running by, blasting their music. She sighed, he was certainly going to go deaf before three years passed. But she had to admit that that was a good song. "Momma?" Bethie asked again. "Yes, luv?" "How many wicks does it take to get to da middle of a tootsie woll pop?" The question surprised Isabelle. She didn't normally give Bethany candy so the fact that her three year old had asked her that was a little bit shocking. And the other thing was that she didn't know how the little girl know about the candy she had never been given. "What?" asked Isabelle, still caught off guard. "How do you know about that sweetheart?" "Well der was dis thing on da T.V. and der was an owl and a wittle boy, and da boy asked da owl dat question," explained Bethany glancing up at Isabelle innocently. "Oh.." Isabelle trailed off but Bethany looked at her expectantly. Isabelle, laughed and placed a plat full of food before the little girl. "Eat up sweetie," she said.

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