Jul 9, 2009

High Blood Sugar, Child Abuse and Patriotism



If you think about it, an Independence Day parade in the eyes of a child is a lot like a reverse Halloween. The kids stay put, the adults dress up funny and go around tossing candy at the kids. What could be better?

What follows is a pictorial review of the Tooele parade with commentary from Robbie and I. But really it's just things Robbie actually said and things I imagine Robbie would have said if he were older, as sarcastic as me and not nearly so hopped up on sugar.


Best parade spot ever. Right in the front lawn of Uncle Kip's house!


So all-American. I love it.


Hey Dad, while we wait for the parade to start, wanna fight?!


Of course by "fight" I mean tickle.


And hold me upside down.


And put the strength of my bladder control to the test with more tickling.


Ok enough "fightning", let's jump off the stairs!


I have one cute dad, right? Right?


Um, excuse me. I was told there would be candy at this thing but so far I only see a bunch of people jogging past with numbers on their chests.


This is my cousin carter. We'll do just about anything for candy. Aren't we cute? Give us candy.


Ok I'm waiving this flag. When does the candy part start?



Well until the candy gets there, these huge sugar cookies will tide me over.


Mmmm sugar!



Ok Carter, here's the plan. When the candy starts flying, you take out the little girl in white. More for us, Cuz.


I think I see...is it...could it be?? Candy's coming!!!!


False alarm.



Fire truck! Finally, some candy.


Look mom, they're just like my ARMY MENS!


MORE ARMY MENS!


Hmph. They didn't have any candy.


Look at that kid. Look! That's just child abuse.


My mom agrees. Putting your kids to work pushing your political message. Child abuse.


Hmm, I can't read yet, but I scan left to right. So I think they're saying that I should have babies first, then get married, then fall in love. Ok, I'll tuck that away for future reference.


Ok, parade's over, time for dad to shake up all that sugar in my belly with some tossing!


Sugar high? Never heard of it.


My mom thinks she's so smart. She put my huge sack of candy in the car but this nice lady gave us ice cream sandwiches and otter pops. Did I mention it's not even 10:00 am?


Ahh, Grummy and Grumpy and cousin Carter. Life is good.

2 comments:

Shannon said...

That is a great post! I loved it! Looks like you guys had fun!

Ronda Rae said...

Good looking sugar cookies!