Monday, July 11, 2011

Little Red Riding Trike and the Big Bad Flying Pig

As previously mentioned, we spent the Forth of July participating in the local parade with Kristina's preschool.

We brought along Kristina's little red tricycle for her to ride and the wagon for Adrianna to chill in, adoringly decorated them with flags and assorted patriotic bling, and both girls seemed ready to rock and roll come parade time.

Kristina did fabulous riding her trike down to the parade starting point and was still going strong after one round-the-block parade route lap, so we went on to ride through the two blocks of cheering crowds again.

But this time, we had company.

A few random persons had joined our large congregation of parents and children as we walked, and the atmosphere was a relaxed one of 'the more the merrier'.

Except for one little detail.

One of the additions just so happened to be someone wearing a pink pig costume complete with wings.

Several of the children thought the pig was just charming, and even posed for pictures with him.

I was doing my best to keep my children away from the little piggie,  having a sneaking suspicion of what my oldest daughter's reaction might be.

But then Kristina noticed the commotion around said pig. 

And lost it in good old fashioned hysterical sobbing fashion.

Devoted readers should remember that this is not the first time such an event has happened when large costumed characters are involved, as there was Disneyland. And Halloween. And Santa Clause. And the Easter Bunny.

And Mommy may start drinking to get through the upcoming holiday season if she doesn't grow out of this "phase" soon.

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