Belle and I took a couple of the grandids to the Buckeye Christmas parade this afternoon. A small-town parade, we had the high school marching band, we had horses and old cars and floats and a fire truck.
I have a grandson, Zach, in that band somewhere. He plays the trombone. I never did get a clear shot at him.
But, the floats were nice, the Shiners had their little go-cart trucks, and the candy thrown to the kids was excessive. Our youngest, Lucas, managed to score the bigger portion of a Wal-Mart bag full of candy and gee-dunk. After the parade, we took him to his momma, who was amazed at the amount of tooth-rot he was bringing in the house. He'll be on a sugar high for a week.
Small town Christmas parades. I love 'em..