Sweet

At the end of our time living with Grandpa and Grandma, we had a chance to take part in a local tradition:  the Abercrombie Candy Parade. 

 

 

Everyone lines the streets of this small town (approximately 2-3 blocks in length) on a warm Saturday afternoon in June.

 

Children clutch at their father's legs,

 

aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins

 

lounge curbside

 

 

and everyone waits with bated breath for the fun to begin.

 

Our children (and myself) had no idea what was in store.  For the next 30-45 minutes float after float

 

and car after car (hi Hermunslies!)

 

drove by and threw handfuls of candy at the crowd.  Here's a peek at Joey getting in on the action:

 

 

He reluctantly surrendered his loot in exchange for some popcorn.  The other three, however, happily kept all their loot.

 

 

Three months later, with Halloween looming, we're about halfway through our collective one-gallon bucket of candy.

 

Sometimes life in a small town can be pretty sweet.