Palm Sunday fail

We failed as parents again on Sunday. Well, I can actually blame that husband of mine 'cause I'm a foreigner and what do I know? The first inkling that something was up was when people started heading towards the town square like this

shortly followed by this

and then this

 

pretty soon the square was overrun with them.

 

There was plenty of healthy competition. Who had the biggest?

 

Who had the smallest? (thanks Viktoria and Doris)

 

and then there were my children who had none. A certain somebody didn't think that this sort of thing got going before school age. Ho hum. Lisi tried to sneak in the line with a friend - those with "palm sticks" got a bread bunny from the mayor. She didn't. At least Norah got to try one out.

Must do better next year.