You went to your first parade (that you remember anyway). You loved it. You liked the fire trucks and the ambulance and the candy all the folks were throwing. Your mom said they threw BUCKETS of candy - way more than in Chelmsford.
You DID NOT, however, like the Chick-Fil-A cow. He was scary. He waved at you. Mom told you to look because a cow was coming and you probably figured she meant a real cow, not one walking on two legs looking weird. I mean, look at this photo. He's weird!
Actually, honey, now that I look at the photo, he's not that weird. I think you were just taken by surprise. But Daddy bundled you up in his lap and talked you through it and you managed to wave to the cow and not cry. Good job!
On the walk home, which your mom almost couldn't do because she let her pregnant feet hang off some wall in the 87 degree heat for too long and they got all swollen, you said "Not go home. More parade." Your mom had to explain that the parade people had also gone home because parades don't last forever.
I'm glad you had a good 4th of July. It's my favorite holiday - even more than Christmas.
Your Nana and Papa will be there tomorrow for 10 whole days! Enjoy them. I think you will. You love your Nana and Papa!
Love,
Auntie K
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