Liza had seen the marching band practice at my old high school when we were visiting my parents a few weeks ago, and she was really excited to go and do this ... right up until we got in there among the kids and started marching, at which point she totally freaked out and we spent the rest of the time on the sidelines being attacked by gigantic mosquitos.
With Liza velcroed to my legs, I had a good view of the action:
Which isn't to say Liza didn't enjoy it. She just wanted to get her groove on from very, very far away.
Our friends Sybil and Penelope came over to watch the band with us, and afterwards we gave Liza's wagon the official two-toddler test around the block.
I swear, it sounded like there was a high school girls' slumber party going on back there in the wagon, with all the giggling and munching and smacking on the head with cymbals (followed by hysterical laughter). Penelope is talking a lot more now, so she occasionally manages to get a word in edgewise when Liza takes a breath. It was cute beyond words, even if we did have to brave the mosquitos and the dark to do it.
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Thanks for writing this.
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