The dog ate all the buns

Recently Emily and I have been reading a book about going on a picnic. In the story the family goes for a picnic on a windy winter day, feedsthe ducks, have a picnic and then the ducks steal all the buns.

Saturday was very mild and sunny, so I thought that we should go on a picnic on Sunday. It turns out that Sunday was more overcast and windy, but I had already told the toddler what I was planning, so there was no escape. We caught the bus and fed the ducks (swans) as planned. We even had a fairly successful picnic, if you don't count the toddler footprints in things. While I was feeding the baby, a young black labrador visited us and ate all the buns.

Now Emily tells me about the dog, everytime we read the story.