Kid and I picnic at his schoolyard at lunchtime. When I tell people this, they always go "Awwww. He must love that. How lovely for the both of you." And I can see in their eyes a new appreciation of the reassuring depths of my parental stability, far-sightedness and capacity for fun.
When in reality it's because there are no clean plates at home and if we're going to eat on the floor anyhow, might as well be outside.