The sun was shining—perfect weather for a party. Jugglers juggled. Mimes mimed. Kids and kittens ran wild. Dignitaries drove past in black sedans with tinted windows. “Was that the Mayor? Did you catch the plate?” There was even a royal or two. I lifted my kid in my arms so he see could Prince Phillip wave.
“Mom, what’s a prince?”
A tiny car trailed the parade, driver going slow, passenger leaning low out the window-frame and smiling high. Don’t know who he was, but my kid said afterwards he was the best bit. I think he liked the car.