Every single 4th of July since the beginning of time a strange custom has been taking place. Here’s how it works. Long before normal people even are even stirring the truly stalwart and/or ridiculous are hauling their sleepy little bodies out of their soft warm beds…
to end up here…in this parking lot.
with bleary-eyed babies…
still in pajamas…
all for these beautiful “bubbles”…
and this pink pig…
and this tiger…
and this bear…
and this balloon filled sky.
To be honest…
watching their wonder was by far the best part.
But I have to say…the fruit pizza didn’t hurt either!