Who can resist elephants parading through Washington, DC on St. Patrick's Day? Not us. I actually can resist the circus itself, but the Pachyderm Parade seemed like a good way to spend a Tuesday morning.
The three mamas in attendance, in front of Union Station
a close-up of the statue behind us. There are just so many interesting statues in DC.
Curtis played hooky from work (approved hooky, not AWOL hooky)(at least I assume so) to come with us. I think he considered running away to the circus instead of going back to work. Let me tell you, Maddie was NOT HAPPY that I didn't let her play hooky along with her oldest, tallest friend. If she hadn't missed a day of school yet this year I might have considered it, but alas, this has not been her healthiest year of schooling to date.
Lest anyone thinks that we didn't take any short people with us... Laurel, Gracie, Sam, Jonah, and Bridget were there, too.
The main attraction: five elephants decked out in their circus regalia. This is the only halfway decent picture I got of the elephants because SOMEONE wouldn't stay in her stroller and was kicking and pushing me trying to jump out of my arms and run away with the circus. Someone whose name rhymes with FIDGET.
The clowns were amazingly neither sad nor scary. This is my primary complaint with clowns: they are almost always sad or scary, or worse, both.
Trapeze artists (or horse ladies?) and the lone bagpiper.
I don't know if I caught this gentleman in an off-moment or if this is his natural expression.
More not sad, not scary clowns. And, apparently the circus has traded in VW beetles for Mini-Coopers.
We did a good job on the green clothes this year. Bridget even had a rainbow on her jeans. They look like they're up to no good here, don't they?