The lil’ monkey moons at her downstairs cousin, who is demonstrating some primo Pride pride.
Flip-side of his sign? “I was a witness when my Grandmas got married.” Â Which he was. In 2004 and 2008. Â He rollerbladed all the way up Market Street, complete with a rainbow flag superhero cape. Didn’t get the blades wedged in ONE streetcar track, nor ONE Muni airvent. Now that’s superheroic, and I’m very proud of him.
Consider this a wee little Pride pictorial teaser. Â Today I’m solo w/ both kids, and Little Farm beckons. Later I’ll do another multi-photo, ramblingly-narrated dealie like for Baba’s Day. You’ve been warned.