It was early on the morning of July 4. We all took a leisurely stroll through our still-sleeping town. It was lot's of fun, until somebody - ahem, Sonya - ruined it...
Sonya:
Preach, check it out, the pavement is still warm!
Sonya:
Where are all the cars?
Sonya:
Birds, have you seen any cars around?
Me:
"Uh, Sonya, there are no cars today. The streets are closed for the parade later."
Sonya:
Yum, chewing gum!
Sonya:
So this is the hunk of metal that wails down the road.
Preacher:
You're right Sonya, the pavement IS warm!
Preacher:
Ah, I could go to sleep right here.
Preacher:
Whewh, it's actually too warm.
Preacher:
Dadda, can we walk on the streets like this everyday?
5-Star:
"Um, no Preachie. The streets are closed only today for the 4th of July parade."
Sonya:
Mama, hurry up, we aren't getting any younger here!
Me:
[Dobermans, they think the world revolves around them!]
Sonya:
Quick, Ma, quick! Like this, see. Hurry!
Preacher:
Is this where we'll be watching the parade from?
Sonya:
No, no. This is a better spot.
Sonya:
Actually THIS is the spot!
Sonya:
I'm cold. I'm gonna lay down for a minute...
Huh?! What is that giant bag of fluffy brown fur coming toward us?
[Here came a couple with their Newfie, lumbering down the street just like we were. And just like that, it was game over. Sonya threw the most excruciating sounding tissy fit you'd ever heard from a Doberman. She wanted at it! I wonder if she knew it was a dog...
And that's when we decided they weren't coming to the parade with us later on.]
5-Star:
Sorry, Preach.
Preacher:
But Da, I didn't do anything! That's not fair.
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