christmas parade

Almost every morning while the kids are eating breakfast they ask me to tell them "the order." This means that I have to start with, "put our plates in the sink..." go through every detail of the day's events and end with, "go to sleep in your bed." Yesterday, the order was interrupted with cheers and clapping when I said, "go to the coffee shop... go to the Christmas parade..."

We bundled up and met some good friends downtown for the parade. I think 17 candy canes were consumed by my children during the parade. It was so much fun.

*Side note* Nobody does a parade like south Louisiana. Nice try, Georgia. Nice try. *End of side note.*