Every morning we watch the middle school kids march around the neighborhood in preparation for the Junior Rose Festival Parade. It cracks us up for some reason. Maybe it's the honking and squeaking. Maybe it's the young guy with the bullhorn gently but loudly hectoring them into shape. Maybe it's watching them get better and better--they sound pretty good now compared to when they started out.
But mostly I think it's just remembering what it's like to be in middle school. I watch them march past the house every morning, resigned and yet earnest at the same time as only a middle schooler can be.
And I'll miss them until next year, when a new crop will march down 30th like goslings. honk. squeak.
Today was knitting circle, so I trundled Louisa, Josie and our friend Tovah into the car and we went down to catch the Rose Festival Children's Parade.
They sounded great, and were very very fun to watch! Very snazzy in their orange t-shirts, and the highlight of the parade for the girls and I.
Well, done, kids! Well done.
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