Sweet Stockholm - the ego version

On the Swedish National Day, we did what Swedes usually do in the summer, if the weather is nice and the company good - we went for a pic nic by the sea. The company consisted of Pelle, Cilla, mom, dad and Pelle and Cilla's friends Johan and Tove. It was nice, but I would have liked it even better if we hadn't chosen to stay on the cliffs. Now the grown-ups got all hoppy as soon as I tried to get anywhere on my own.I was all dressed up in ironed shirt and all. Actually, I would have prefered the pretty owl shirt. But as I consume more or less one shirt per meal these days, and I had worn that shirt for lunch, that was not an option.On the Saturday, I had dinner at Carl-Gustaf, August and Hugo's house. Ok, their parents Ulrika and Urban live there as well, and ok, mom and dad where with me. But being surrounded by three big boys (5,5, 3 and 1,5 years old), I couldn't really have cared less about the whereabouts of the grown-ups. It's August on the picture.