Onto more fun. . .
The Rudolph balloon, which Harry hardly even noticed. I can't decide if the deflated ear happened at a previous parade and our parade rented a "discount" balloon or if this is something that occurred earlier on the parade route. There were an awful lot of telephone lines and street lights. . .
And Kevin, Dad, and Harry. Doesn't Dad look a little bit like a weird stranger poking his head into my photo? Harry did a great job, other than refusing to sit in his stroller. His favorites were probably the dogs from the ASPCA and, of course, the fire truck. My highlight of the day is when Kevin asked a police officer how to best avoid the parade when driving home, and she said, "You know, I really have no idea."