I (also donning a lovely dutch costume) rode next to Izzy on the school bus to the parade. There was one little girl sitting next to us, not wearing the required costume. This is, by the way, a Dutch Sin. If you are in any of these public events, you must be in costume. If you are one of the dancers, you get your costume inspected, thoroughly. It's all very official. Anyway, she informed us that her mom wouldn't let her wear the dutch costume because she wasn't Dutch (she quoted her mom using a very sarcastic voice). It took me a few seconds. "Hey, I'm not Dutch either and I'm wearing a dutch costume"! She did march anyway. In her regular dress. Although a teacher managed to slip an apron on her.
Rob marched with his class. My mother-in-law, Bonnie, marched with Anna, and Aunt Fran marched with Dottie. After all the grumbling about Tulip Time, getting costumes on all the kids, fighting traffic, etc. It was so worth it. The excitement of the kids as they marched in the parade, waving to all the people they knew and to those who came on buses from afar, the bands, and all the different schools represented. Okay, so maybe I had fun.
Even so, if anyone has interest in making a mockumentary. I have material.
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