Mard-whee Gras

Last night, as the walls began to shake and the floor began to rumble, I followed the sounds of live jazz music, horns, and revelry to find this:

MardiGras

Me: “Moonie, what’s going on in here? What’s all that noise?”

Moonie, joyfully dancing: “It’s Mard-whee Gras!”

Me: “Where’d you get those beads?”

He just wiggled his bum in response, shimmying and jiving to the music that surrounded us. Kitty looked at me and shrugged. The band, wherever it was, kept playing, and Moonie kept dancing.

Happy Mardi Gras, folks.

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