MLK Day

The baby slept in late. Jory was being lazy. My mom didn’t feel up to it so I decided Rowan and I would go to the King Day parade by ourselves. I tried to get my mom to come one last time and she was hemming and hawing, she let Jory could his own breakfast and make toast. Toast for everyone. She does know that bread isn’t free, right?

Finally she decided we should all go. We should all go and walk.

“Are you bringing the stroller?” she asked.

Uh, hello?! Have you not been out with us? Double strollers contain little people. Double strollers are a gift from God. “Yes, I’m taking the stroller.”

We find a spot after trying out some other spots. I realize I’m getting older as the cheerleaders and dance teams pass by and I think, how do their parents let them wear those outfits? Why aren’t parents protesting? One school has cheerleading skirts that are just flaps, so when the girls move you can see their shorts. What’s the purpose of that?! Just let the girls wear the shorts with the sweater, cut out the middle man.

We had a good time. Being out amongst the people, enjoying the crowds, the smell of the delicious hot dogs. Next year, I’m bringing money with me. And we got some exercise. Oma even treated us to Church’s, or rather the kids. Every time I go to Church’s for some reason I always think of Melody.

A good day and a good way to spend MLK Day even if school never got accomplished.