Jeff and Michael were in the Pioneer Days Parade in our hometown this morning. Michael is in Cub Scouts (he's a Wolf Cub) and Jeff is his Den Leader. They had to walk all the way through downtown, which is about a mile.



Will, Becca, Jim and I waited at the end of the route. Becca was very cute in her flag-themed outfit, and Will was very helpful with his little sister and his baby cousin. We had to wait here by the side of the road for about forty-five minutes before the parade finally got to us.





After half an hour of walking, Michael was still excited. This was a big change from last year, when Michael was exhausted by the parade even though last year he endured it from the back of a truck! What a difference one year can make!

Jeff, however, was not skipping, and at home later that afternoon dozed off on the sofa.

There was a marching band from a local highschool just behind Michael's Cub Scout troop, and Michael really enjoyed their music. So did Jim, who was unfazed by the loud drums and trumpets. Will said that Jim should be in marching band when he grows up, since he enjoyed it so much.




After Michael and Jeff made it to where we were standing, they stopped and watched the rest of the parade with us. We stayed until the Shriners' little cars arrived at the end of the route. They were very loud, and Michael called them the "Popper-ma-Doppers" because of all of the backfiring.