Dan tells me, "I was outside with one of my students the other day, and he said, 'Look there's a Robin. HEY! Robin is a bird's name, and Robin Hood is a movie name!"
"You should have told him that Robin is also a person's name."
"I did. I said, 'Robin is also a person's first name, so Robin Hood is that guy's name.'"
"More precisely it's Robin The Hood.'"
"Why, because he wore a hood? I always thought because he lived in the hood. But I guess he really lived in the woods."
"You know what he'd be called if he lived today, don't you?"
"Robin Banks, yo!"
Patriots Day fell on the proper day this year—the historically accurate April 19th—which was of course very exciting to realize. As our family is not at an age to appreciate the early-morning reenactment, we limited our celebration of the day to the parade, and a grand time was had by all.
For Patriots Day Lexington puts on rather a bigger show than our little town can manage for Bedford Day. There were bands, flag twirlers, horses, farm advocates, clowns, and—this being a town utterly steeped in history—reenactors. The revolutionary-era folks we expect but there were also representatives from the Civil War:
And the Second World War:
Some of the marchers looked a little young to be out there fighting, but I suppose when you're trying to win your freedom you do what you have to do!
Harvey, who woke up just before the first units came by, thoroughly enjoyed the whole thing—except for the sirens and truck horns, which were mercifully few. He came away with one lollypop—which we may have to save for him until he's three or so—and a flag, which he waved proudly when he wasn't hitting me with it. Oh, the patriotism!