The girls rocked their finest Cowgirl duds for this years Kiddie Kaper Parade. My dad went all out for his girls this year and bought them both a pair of cowboy/girl boots. Baylie's lit up upon jumps and twirls of course. Carys' were the 'Real Deal'. Sam and I enjoy going (sometimes) but the girls were tuckered out by the end. It's a little tradition we have every year. We either attend or participate. I tell myself it's the memory that matters not the headache or desire to drowned my self in a bottle of wine afterward that matters. Right?
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