


There was also a kids bike parade, but we decided to be spectators this year instead of participants. Leland enjoyed watching all the kids on their bikes. One more reason for loving this town... kids who wanted to be in the parade met at the library where they got a pack of decorations for their bike and free water' after the parade they got free hot dogs and watermelon.

In one competition we watched there were only 2 competitors. TWO??!! How great is 2nd place when there are only 2? Our kids were clapping and cheering. If you are going to compete in anything you should be able to handle some cheering from the stands. I was a bit upset. By the time the 2nd judge came over I was irritated so we left. But not without a few choice words for the judge. [Chuck's note: I was so proud. Ashley told the judge, "That's okay, we are leaving now because y'all have made us feel very unwelcome with your rudeness."]

After lunch and naps we headed back to VMI for more fun. We started with the bounce houses. There was a slide, obstacle course, and 2 that you just jump around in. The 1st time down the slide Leland did fine, but scratched her wrist on something. So the 2nd time she was more nervous. She sat at the top for a while then finally went down on her belly. Poor Tara (almost 2 year old neice) was in the obstacle course when it started to lose air and collapse. Luckily they had workers inside to help and he got Tara out. She was so nervous getting in but didn't seem to realize what was happening so she wasn't traumatized.





you left out the best part of the story...You know...the part about the horse pooping on you! :)
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