At the very last minute, this evening we found ourselves participating in a kiddie parade at a local festival. The Girl has wanted to be in a parade ever since the twilight parade we went to last month and so the
Sassy Scooters were born. Helmets and scooters were flower adorned, crepe paper streamers were haphazardly strung from the wagon and we awaited our place in line excitedly anticipating the
start of the parade. Then in a moment everything changed. The parade that once held so much promise of fun and
scootering came crashing down with one backward glance from the Girl and the sight of someone in a
Tigger costume 30 yards back. Mere steps into the start of the parade and the Girl was off the scooter and a whimpering mess. Sassy? I think not. Sissy? That seems more appropriate. And so Baby Sister was
promoted from pro wagon-rider to novice scooter-er.
Admittedly, I was less than sympathetic with the Girl and in my haste I put her in
the wagon facing backward. In direct sight of her nemesis. If looks could kill, Tigger would be dead. And so we continued down the parade
route, the Girl throwing candy from the wagon while keeping one eye on that wiley Tigger. Me pushing Baby Sister on the scooter until she too noticed Tigger and demanded to be held. We finished the parade with Miss A and her Mom being the
Sassy in the Sassy Scooters. I'm sure the parade watchers got a kick out of seeing a grown woman on a three-wheeled scooter but make no mistake, Miss A's Mom
owned it!! {And
speaking of those Girls (Miss A and her Mom), you may have noticed that they've been making frequent appearances in my posts as of late. Today marks the 21st consecutive day that we've seen them and hung out in some way. But who's counting?!} After all the drama, we finally reached the end of the parade route where the Girls eagerly accepted their free popsicles for being participants. Not to
mention the coupon for a free book at the library's sidewalk sale and a ticket good for one free ride at the carnival. Score! As it turns out, the drama was all worth it. After the last melty, rivulets of popsicle drips had been wiped from elbows, hands and chins we headed off to see some of the other festival attractions. First stop was the gazebo and pet show where there was a plethora of dogs - including a bull dog
wearing a poodle skirt and a spaniel with a mohawk - tethered to their owners by leashes, milling around, waiting their turn on stage. But these llamas stole the show. The Girls thought they were hilarious. How is it that they are freaked out by a human dressed in an animal costume but they don't find a llama dressed as a human even a tad bit creepy? After we'd had our fill of dog breeds we headed toward the lake
and subjected ourselves to the music of an Elvis impersonator. We did enjoy watching the Girls dancing to the Oldies and I
relished the rare moment when both my Girls wanted to pull-up the rapidly dwindling real estate that is my lap. Then it was off to redeem our free carnival ride. The Girl and Miss A agreed that it had to be the slide. And so up, up, up they climbed. Love my self-proclaimed daredevil Girl speeding down the slide on the gunny sack with her arms up. Not to be left out, Baby Sister was determined to have her
turn. The look on her face was a mix of terror and sheer delight. As soon as they arrived at the bottom though she popped up, turned around and was well on her way to the stairs before Justin caught up with her.
At the very last minute, this evening we found ourselves participating in a kiddie parade at a local festival. The Girl has wanted to be in a parade ever since the twilight parade we went to last month and so the Sassy Scooters were born. Helmets and scooters were flower adorned, crepe paper streamers were haphazardly strung from the wagon and we awaited our place in line excitedly anticipating the
start of the parade. Then in a moment everything changed. The parade that once held so much promise of fun and scootering came crashing down with one backward glance from the Girl and the sight of someone in a Tigger costume 30 yards back. Mere steps into the start of the parade and the Girl was off the scooter and a whimpering mess. Sassy? I think not. Sissy? That seems more appropriate. And so Baby Sister was
promoted from pro wagon-rider to novice scooter-er. Admittedly, I was less than sympathetic with the Girl and in my haste I put her in
the wagon facing backward. In direct sight of her nemesis. If looks could kill, Tigger would be dead. And so we continued down the parade
route, the Girl throwing candy from the wagon while keeping one eye on that wiley Tigger. Me pushing Baby Sister on the scooter until she too noticed Tigger and demanded to be held. We finished the parade with Miss A and her Mom being the Sassy in the Sassy Scooters. I'm sure the parade watchers got a kick out of seeing a grown woman on a three-wheeled scooter but make no mistake, Miss A's Mom owned it!! {And
speaking of those Girls (Miss A and her Mom), you may have noticed that they've been making frequent appearances in my posts as of late. Today marks the 21st consecutive day that we've seen them and hung out in some way. But who's counting?!} After all the drama, we finally reached the end of the parade route where the Girls eagerly accepted their free popsicles for being participants. Not to
mention the coupon for a free book at the library's sidewalk sale and a ticket good for one free ride at the carnival. Score! As it turns out, the drama was all worth it. After the last melty, rivulets of popsicle drips had been wiped from elbows, hands and chins we headed off to see some of the other festival attractions. First stop was the gazebo and pet show where there was a plethora of dogs - including a bull dog
wearing a poodle skirt and a spaniel with a mohawk - tethered to their owners by leashes, milling around, waiting their turn on stage. But these llamas stole the show. The Girls thought they were hilarious. How is it that they are freaked out by a human dressed in an animal costume but they don't find a llama dressed as a human even a tad bit creepy? After we'd had our fill of dog breeds we headed toward the lake
and subjected ourselves to the music of an Elvis impersonator. We did enjoy watching the Girls dancing to the Oldies and I
relished the rare moment when both my Girls wanted to pull-up the rapidly dwindling real estate that is my lap. Then it was off to redeem our free carnival ride. The Girl and Miss A agreed that it had to be the slide. And so up, up, up they climbed. Love my self-proclaimed daredevil Girl speeding down the slide on the gunny sack with her arms up. Not to be left out, Baby Sister was determined to have her
turn. The look on her face was a mix of terror and sheer delight. As soon as they arrived at the bottom though she popped up, turned around and was well on her way to the stairs before Justin caught up with her.
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