Rainy Day Parade

The rain is teeming down on this cool June day.  You could take a picture out our back window and place it next to the word ‘torrential.’  In less than 2 hours I would be walking down the main street of a small Ontario town in early Canada Day Celebrations. 

“I so wish that I had a yellow slicker and a Nor’wester hat for this parade,” I say.

“Like badminton?” asks David.

“What does badminton have to do with a Nor’Wester hat or parades?”

“Not like badminton… like PADDINGTON…”

My intellect has yet to kick in… The syllables make no sense to me.  I look completely confused.

“PADDINGTON?  THE BEAR…?“

“Oh, Paddington.  That makes so much more sense.  Wait, isn’t he in a blue coat with a red hat?  Although come to think of it, if they were waterproof, I’d totally wear them.Oooooh… Do you think I could go on Amazon and source that outfit?”

“Like Butt Hunting?” asks Rissa.  She’s late to the party.

“Butt hunting?”  David shakes his head.  “That sounds nothing like badminton or Paddington.  Are you guys both high right now?”