pissed lil' patriot.

i watched peyton for a half an hour or so before the WWII veterans arrived at the airport. she seemed excited by all the chaos and flag waving. she bounced from her mother's lap to peeking from behind bystander's legs waving her flag. then the moment she had been waiting for came. the band began to play, people cheered, and a processional of old men in wheelchairs wheeled down the center isle. peyton seemed disappointed to say the least. she began to scowl as the tired old men rolled by. i could only imagine what was going on in her four-year-old head. what? is that it? no clowns or animals, no candy thrown by guys in funny cone shaped hats driving little go carts, just a bunch of old guys in wheelchairs who look really tired. what a jip. i thought it was funny how oblivious and honest little kids can be. what wasn't so funny was the bastard who's flight arrived right before the veterans, who walked down the isle shaking his head and muddled under his breath as he passed, "what a joke".