Our summer vacation plans have revolved around today. Around this parade. We were thinking of going away until I realized the date. I told Lewis that going away would mean missing the parade, and he had the same reaction I did: Sophie would be so bummed.
So, duh. We stayed.
This time — the 100th time the Grand Floral Parade has taken place — Sophie had more fun running laps on a chalk-drawn track as we waited for the parade to start than the actual watching-the-parade part. It was Mathis who loved every loud marching band, rodeo horse and drill team (does ANYTHING ever faze this kid?!).
Last year, we thought the parade was the best thing ever because Sophie thought it was the best thing ever.
Man, we're whipped.