Out of the Mouths of Babes: Parade Prattle
Watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade is a Thanksgiving morning tradition in our home. This year’s parade provided more than colorful floats, melodic bands, and giant balloons, it provided comic relief:
During a commercial break, Patrick and the kids were telling me about the Smurf float in the parade. Now as a child of the 80s, I know the Smurfs, but the boys weren’t familiar with them and so were interested in all of the Smurf facts stated by the parade commentators. Connor told me that Smurfs live in mushrooms that are 3 apples high, to which Ryan responded straight-faced, “What kind of apples? Rome are this big, and Fuji are… and my favorite are….” I couldn’t help laughing out loud. Now, you tell me his isn’t the mind of an engineer?!
Not to be out done, near the end of the parade Connor ran upstairs to the kitchen where I was finishing up the cinnamon pull-apart bread, another holiday tradition in our home. “Santa Claus is coming soon,” he said, “I don’t want him to see me.” Puzzled, I turned to look at him. He was crouched on the floor next to a kitchen chair. “Why,” I chided, “because you’ve been so naughty?” “Yes,” he replied. Well, he is honest; maybe that will count for something when Santa checks his list twice.
Not to be out done, near the end of the parade Connor ran upstairs to the kitchen where I was finishing up the cinnamon pull-apart bread, another holiday tradition in our home. “Santa Claus is coming soon,” he said, “I don’t want him to see me.” Puzzled, I turned to look at him. He was crouched on the floor next to a kitchen chair. “Why,” I chided, “because you’ve been so naughty?” “Yes,” he replied. Well, he is honest; maybe that will count for something when Santa checks his list twice.