Parade

Brookie's soccer team had a float
in the county fair parade.
What is it about parades that makes
boys stand still...
unless they are chasing after candy.


Jobie loved it.
He was pointing,
making boy sounds,
clapping,
waving.

And this was a lousy parade.

Really.

Except for our float, of course.

We were one of maybe two floats that were decorated.

Otherwise it was the usual.

Fire trucks.

Demolition derby cars.

Horses.

The Shriners.

And they weren't even driving those little tiny cars.

Lousy.

I wonder what he would do at a good one.