Sorry, Popi, that's actually the name of it.
It's in a little village up the road. Emma walked in it two years ago
. It's like an Easter parade. Kids dress up in their patriotic finery and walk, ride their bike, or ride their motorized vehicle down main street in the village. The parade ends up at a little book bank where they serve ice cream and cookies.
I love attending the event because I see all my neighbors and everyone is always in such a festive mood. The adults are so appreciative of the kids participating. It's just a small town warm fuzzy all over.
They're waiting to line up. Emma isn't so pleased with all the loud motorized vehicles swarming around, or at her mother taking pictures.
Here comes the parade...
and here comes Emma and Daddy.
It's a very short walk, maybe a quarter of a mile. Emma and M are watching the rest of the parade.
Look! A horse!
Yep, there he is again
People are swarming the book bank for their dairy treat.
We skipped the treats and headed back up the hill for the car. Our treats will come later today. As a matter of fact I bribed Emma away from there with the promise of making chocolate chip cookies and homemade ice cream later. There's much more in store today...