Recently we have had the joy of watching the 75th annual "Daffodile Parade". It lasted over two hours, which is unusual... plus the sun was shinning. I can honestly say it is easier to find a place to sit when it is rainy.
My Brown eyed son marched in the parade and his great daddy chaparoned the experience. Both did a great job... one playing the drums and the other walking along side the gang. I thought both looked very handsome in their red t-shirts.
It actually was a pretty good parade. There were floats covered in daffodiles, clowns, pirates with a big cannon that my sister would have loved (Mikayla did not like the cannon). Dance teams, several different bands plus a really cute VW bug painted like a soccer ball that my other sister might have enjoyed. Several ROTC groups and even a float from Victoria, Canada.
The little boys returned home with a new noisy horn to annoy their siblings and everybody got a little bit of a sunburn. Good times were had by all... unless you ask my Blonde boy... he said "it was the same last year"... party pooper!
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