At this point, we are clearly the front runners for the best decoration prize.
Caroline, although a very good sitter, didn't last long once the wagon was in motion. I soon moved her back to the stroller.
Including us, there were about 20 people, so I felt pretty good about our odds for first prize. We did one lap around the park, and all the middle-aged soccer men happily cheered and clapped for our tiny parade. After our lap, we enjoyed Popsicles and fake tattoos. A hush soon fell over the crowd, and the two little old ladies (the organizers) grabbed the prize box... She shrugged and said, "We have prizes, y'all, but I just don't have the heart to pick a winner. I think we'll just save the prizes for next year." Horse shit.
This time next year, it's on. I encouraged the sweet old ladies to hire judges. The Shackletts will win the neighborhood parade. Isn't that what our forefathers would have wanted?
Either way, happy birthday America!
:)
Anne
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