We are not amused.

Oh, how excited I was about Ridge Day. Nora's first parade, plus a little festival right up the street from our house. Oh, how we'd frolic! The great photos I'd take! The fond memories that would form part of Nora's subconscious, cementing her lifelong love of Pleasant Ridge and, of course, her parents.

We didn't count on Nora's utter boredom. She was not impressed. The only time she roused herself to point was when kids marched by carrying balloons. No balloons, but you do have a pony, you say? Slow blink. No balloons, but you've got a bunch of big drums and you're doing a whole step dance routine right in front of us? Yawn.

Here is a pictorial of Nora's boring day.