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Just Another Small Town Parade

Just Another Small Town Parade

Yesterday we took the boys to a Fourth of July parade.

A furniture store in town moved all its chairs out to the parking lot so people could sit and watch the floats passing by. 

We must have been toward the end of the parade route, because it didn't reach us until nearly an hour after the official start time. The baby started to get fussy, so I let him toddle around the street. With his showy gait, he looked like his own one-man parade: 

The boys stayed up way past their bedtime and didn't get as much candy as they did on Memorial Day. But everyone had a good time. The furniture store even let us use their bathroom about a dozen times. Because you know, four-year olds. 

Someone is shooting off bottle rockets outside my bedroom window as I type this. Because you know, suburbia. 

I hope you're having a fantastic Fourth of July! 

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Duck, Duck, Goose

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