One of my favorite small town perks is our annual July 4th parade down Main Street. You'd expect at any minute to see Goober and Barney come around the corner. We always find our favorite spot in the same place every year and wait for the hometown politicians, the shriners, the beauty queens and the boy scouts. My personal favorite this year was a sight perhaps unseen before in all of civilization: Sponge Bob and his best friend, Uncle Sam.
The kids approach it more as a July trick or treating event. Holt and Mouse eye the coming crowd and analyze which participants are most likely to throw candy. With each new haul, they run back to us and drop it into their stash.
This year Mouse came running back and hurriedly thrust her loot into the pine straw beside the brick wall where I sat. She quickly and innocently proclaimed, "I...I...I told him I didn't want this, but he didn't take it back!" As she retreated as if it were afire and with a look of utter horror, I looked down and saw this~
As you might recall, I have some issues with gum. Birch, grimacing and shaking his head, said to me, "Suzanne, you know when they grow up and leave home, they're going to go wild with freedom and go on some kind of gum binge. They won't surface for days, and then they'll be covered in sticky pink bubbles."
I'm going to take my chances.
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