Picture Translation, Episode 1: A Day Downtown

So you say you want to go outside and play?  If there's anyone I know who can match a kid's determination to do something ridiculous, it is me.  We'd talked about riding the train downtown and enjoying some time on the 16th Street Mall.  We were going to leave at 10am, which would have been perfect, but a little snafu with me watering trees and getting the boys wet with the hose meant we had to chase little, naked people around the house.  After finally getting everybody together again it was 11.  By the time we got downtown, it was colder and windier and we were hungry.  But we have a rule in our house: no one goes anywhere until we're all starving and crazy.  Sarah suggested we make a quick U-turn, but once I'm set on something I'll drag my grandmother through the brush to get it done.  Think Harrison Ford in Mosquito Coast.  So we ate, and while at the restaurant Quin hit his already tender nose (daycare injury) and warranted batshit craziness ensued.  The service was awful (wtf?  Cheesecake Factory?  desperate.) and everybody's tolerance wafted away in the fall breeze.  We ended up missing two trains and once we got one had to get off and wait for another.  We then ended the day by pushing our hollowed progenal husks home in the stroller. 

Here's the picture.

 Here's the picture translated: