

So waiting for the festivities of the day, the boys came

up with starting a band for America's

birthday. They scrounged around for some instruments then decided it would be a great idea to recruit our guests as they arrived. Lucky for them, Dad, Benson and Kel were good sports about shaking lentil maracas and crashing pan lids together - and best of all marching around. Our very own parade. (note the t-shirts :)
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