Parade

After dinner, there was a rainbow hanging before the clouds due to the rain that came to visit and the sun that refused to hide away. The little girl announced that a walk is in need, so we set out in the settling dusk. As we walked along, the little girl started going "Dong! Dong! Dong!" and drummed her fists on her thighs as if she's wearing a marching drum. After a few seconds, she pointed at me and said "you, boo-boo-boo-boo-boo", while putting a hand in front of her mouth as if she's blowing at a horn; then she pointed at her daddy and said "you, bee-bee-bee-bee-bee" with pursed lips, as if she's playing some other invisible instrument. What else could we do but to comply. Thus the three of us marched in a row, one playing a drum, one blowing a horn, and one doing a funky version of a trumpet, like a paired down version of New Orleans jazz band, having a grand old time.