I've never been a fan of parades and I think it's because I always went to the wrong parades. The big city ones are fun for about ten minutes, then boring for the next two hours. But once we had kids we started going to the small town parades, first South Ogden, then Smithfield when we moved up here. That's when I realized the key to a good parade. Candy. The excitement for a parade can keep up as long as the candy is flying.
Jo came home with three times as much candy as Ethan this time around. I don't think she's any faster or better at collecting it, I think Ethan has just learned to be picky.