Pride

Cleo is the first to head to the Pride march, in her adorable little rainbow top and hat. She’s meeting school friends there, because one of the three of us had to be a social butterfly, and it sure as heck wasn’t Cyril or me.

Mom and Dad are staying home. They said “we’re too old to do this now, honey”. So their plan is staying home drinking cosmos.

I have to admit, their plans don’t look too bad either.

They might even be happy to be rid of us for the day. I feel like this is going to be quite the flirtatious day for them.

All ready for Pride! I went all out. I don’t go all out for any occasion. But this a special day for the twins, and I’ll be spending it with them, so it’s a special day for me.

So all the colors of the rainbow go on my clothes.

Cyril is living the rainbow in spirit, too. He even agreed to go outside without his usual fifteen layers of sunscreen. He ain’t living without the cap and the sunglasses though.

I did manage to get a hold of his cap and put it on backward.

Cleo’s the first to get back in the late afternoon. We all had a great time at the March, with the music and the dancing, and the friendly crowd. Cleo’s elated.

She isn’t elated for long, though. Or is she?

People have an interesting way of celebrating Pride Day around this neighborhood.