I watched from the Bjorn and especially enjoyed being poked in the tummy as the Pillsbury Dough Boy went by...
I heard a lot more "tee hee hee's" when Linnea let you borrow her feathered cap.
Daddy seemed more impressed by the fact that they were selling two-foot-long balloons in the shape of a Red Sox bat in New York than by the giant balloons being paraded past us.
Then it was off to dinner at Uncle Andy and Aunt Barbra's. Daisy and I put on layers and layers of lipstick.
Once we were all dolled up, it was time to dance like divas...Happy Thanksgiving!!







