Monday, July 5, 2010
And just when I thought that I wasn't going to have to explain a crazily-costumed character, here comes an old guy dressed in black buckled boots and a fancy waistcoat bringing up the rear of our town's parade that was not Santa Claus but a Benjamin Franklin impersonator. I'm not even going to try to explain who he is. I'll pretend like it's because Audrey wouldn't understand, but it's mainly because I don't remember much of my history. Something about a kite and a key and a $100 bill.
I can only hope that American history becomes one of Audrey's obsessions someday, as it does for many autistic middle-schoolers that can list all of the presidents in order and recite the Declaration of Independence by heart, so that she can refresh my memory about what the fireworks and mattress sales are all about.
Posted by Lynn at 9:34 AM