Small Town Holiday Parade

It doesn’t count as a real parade without bands. Right? And horse poop. I decided our small town isn’t that small when the parade lasted a little over an hour. So much friendly town spirit! And it didn’t take my oldest very long to figure out that she isn’t a prime candidate for parade candy anymore. When you’re only 11 and look much older, people assume you’re too old. Then again, it is a sign of maturity to wait them out for good chocolate so perhaps it isn’t a bad characteristic. Less junk candy in my house. ;) First Christmas parade. Check. First new town parade. Check. It only took a year and a half to get us there.