It's what we call an Irish picnic. Traditionally eaten in the backseat of the car while bickering with your many siblings 'you're touching me' 'no! you're touching me!'

Wish I had a dollar for every time I heard “mom he touched me!” “No she touched me first!” from the back seat. 🙄😂

I miss arguing with my sisters in the backseat. For years they conned me into believing that the middle was better, because I could see out the front. What a pair of dicks.

My big sister said the same

older sisters are truly ethical people who always know best, including when we convince our tiny sibs that sucking on that lemon will be the most delicious thing they've EVER eaten.

😂🤣😂, girls for you crafty.

Ahhh, such fond memories 😂