"At the age of four with paper hats and wooden swords we're all Generals. Only some of us never grow out of it." ~ Peter Ustinov

It was November when we attended the Santa Claus parade in New Minas.  Your brother, Robert, took it upon himself to buy all three of you hats to wear  You wore them so proudly.  You loved them!  I think you left them on for an entire month straight!  Once at the parade, people commented on how wonderful they looked; even the elves walking though the street did.  You all fit in so well, we could have thrown you on a float and no one would have noticed that you weren't apart of it ;-)