One of the highlights of this year's trip to Milwaukee was a parade. And mind you, we didn't just watch this parade, we were in it. All of the available granddaughters joined Papa in the 1947 Willy's Jeep, which was equipped long ago to fight fires.

The parade itself took place in Fox Point, the village in which I grew up. We weren't the only participants. Anyone and everyone can choose to watch the parade or participate, and it winds up at a park where everyone participates by eating a bit of ice cream. It is a tradition I remember from growing up, and a great one for the girls to experience. Jocelyn was out of the frame as this picture was taken. Kiana was even farther out of the frame in California...