What the neighbors must think as our little girl parade goes marching down the street....and over the bridge to grandma's house many an afternoon?! On this particular one....we have a croc-wearing, diaper-clad, soy-version of 'hoe-white' pushing her bitty-baby as only 'hoe-white' can....a silver-bedazzled-tutu-wearing-flowered-flip-flop shoed effervescent blonde with chalk-circled cheeks (supposed to resemble some sort of make-up), pushing another stroller full of Disney Princess/Barbie junkohImeanstuff... and a normally (!) dressed 6yr. old who only wants to climb to the tippy-top of the orange tree and pelt onlookers with rotten oranges. Whew! Those that pass are sure to be confused! But...we don't care! Our parade entertains, sings, throws, does indian tom-tom dance on newly cut tree...then as the sun sets over the horizon...they move to throwing shells and mussels into our wonderful lake while shouting-I-mean-singing to the ducks and turtles. What more could we ask for? Built in entertainment and little girls free to be children with abundant imaginations! Come on over!
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