Many towns across America have their festivals every year which draw the local crowds. Ours happens to be the ‘Butter & Egg Festival’ on the last weekend in April and it draws folks from all across the county to the tune of 25,000+ people. The ‘Butter & Egg’ title has something to do with our town’s long poultry history, but I choose not to dig into the details. Anyway, the ‘Butter & Egg’ kicks off with the Cutest Little Chick in Town contest before the big parade.
When we first moved to this town twelve years ago, we never would have dreamed we’d be interested in a contest like this. But then you go and have offspring of your own and something snaps inside of you, and all of a sudden, you want your kid to be crowned the Cutest Little Chick in Town. It’s a small town pageant where nervous parents parade their ‘chicks’ before judges for the title and $50 bucks in cash.
Many nails are bitten. Grandparents pace back and forth. The competition is fierce. Every parent wants their critter named The Cutest Little Chick in Town. I often wonder what the parental penalty is for not smiling on cue in front of the judges.
A sampling of the candidates before their debut, and their secret thoughts:
“I’ll endure the paparazzi as long as the lollypops keep coming.”
“Why yes, my flowered Mary Janes will surely catapult me to a win.”
“I refuse to perform without my binky. You’ll have to talk to my agent.”
“Only 4,283 days to go until I’m eighteen and can fly this coop.”
“Sssh. I’m really a rooster.”
“I find the sunlight works in my favor to cast an angelic glow.”
“These people are way too freaked out. I’ve got this one in the bag.”
“With these cheeks, surely, the title is mine.”
So the parents line up and parade their ‘chicks’ in front of the judges. This one’s only two weeks old !
I confess, I have a soft spot for the tough guy dads.
Or the clever costumes, like this little ‘deviled egg’.
The contest just happens to occur at 10:30 a.m. (naptime)
The winner and runners up of the contest get the privilege of riding on the float in the big parade. It’s like a big deal.
So there was that one year when I entered a ‘chick’ of my own. She was 10 weeks old. I blame my decision to enter my offspring in a ‘Cutest Chick’ pageant on the hormones.
She was scarred for life.
I promised to never do it again.
Tomorrow, the ‘Butter & Egg Festival’ continues with one of the biggest Antique Fairs in the state. It’s my favorite day of the year. Wait, no, there’s Christmas, and birthdays and my anniversary . . . so it’s like my 8th favorite day of the year. But who’s counting.
What’s your town’s festival that you never miss ?