It was a hot, hot morning for a parade, but Main Street in downtown Louisville was lined with parade-goers and balloon artists and children anxiously awaiting candy, anyway.
We stayed long enough for the fire trucks, a couple of marching bands--including Isaac's future (award-winning) high school band--and some creative floats to pass and then Isaac cried Uncle and we all walked home through the middle school park where I eyed the apple trees heavy with fruit and joked about how I'd someday make Isaac pick apples with me when I pick him up from school. Ben rolled his eyes, commenting on how embarrassing that would be. Ha!
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