I feel it my parental duty to
endure take my children to one parade a year. So, this weekend my husband and I packed up the posse and headed to the local parade.
My kids and I took a seat on the curb in anticipation. You’d think we would have noticed all of the ants as we sat down.
One bit Dani and the ants didn’t stand a chance.
As the parade commenced, I expected Mase to be giddy with excitement. Instead he was focused, determined to beat his older sisters to the parade candy. My children have their priorities.
Dani had a successful strategy this year, “Hi,” she would say with a smile and wave, hoping to get an extra candy toss. “You’re beautiful!” she would call out to all of the princesses on the royalty floats.
I got all teary-eyed as the first marching band walked by. I was having a flashback of my marching band days. The kids at this parade sounded great, but I think the tears must have derived from gratitude that I was not still marching!
I attempted to keep Dax in his stroller but he wasn’t having it. As you would expect, he became obsessed with diving into the street.
Once Dax realized that his siblings had treasure in their bags, his obsession quickly changed: candy!
He loomed over my other children and kept hitting their bags, hoping for some candy compassion. His efforts were rewarded.
After the parade, as her overflowed with treats, Dani declared, “This must be Candy Love Day. This is the best day ever!”
|My joyful parade face|