So you've finished your meal, and instead of laying
around in a food coma, you think: wouldn't it be an outstanding idea if we jury - rigged a tattoo gun and tattooed all our underage children?
I destroyed it (with only a little help from Erik), then I made us walk
around a park for an hour
in an effort to be active even though we both wanted to lie down under the warm sun and succumb to our
food coma.