It's something special to participate in a parade. There's no doubt about it. Maybe it's the momentary celebrity, or the celebratory spirit of the crowd, or maybe it's just getting to ride in your flashy red electric jeep and have everyone waving and wishing they were you.
That's how E must have felt during his first parade.
Just look at him. He's a symbol of national pride, with his Canadian flag, his maple leaf tattoo (just on his hand mind you, the one on his cheek came off in an instant) and his cardinal red t-shirt. And he's the heart of his Daddy's pride. Even the pre-school he was "marching" with had to have felt lucky to have him in their numbers.
What these photos don't show is the gigantic pirate ship float bearing down on the gaggle of pre-schoolers. Fortunately E kept his anxiety in check, but there were others in his company who were running for their Mommies as the pirates slashed their sabres and shouted Arrrrr in their fiercest voices.
Whoever picked the line-up for this parade must have had a scurvy sense of humour.
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