"What're you supposed to be?" Dean asked.
"I'm a pilgrim!" The little boy frowned importantly and straightened his cock-eyed hat. "I get to walk in the parade!"
"Wow, that's cool, Sammy!"
Sam beamed happily at his big brother. "We got a float with pretend snow and pretend corn for the pretend harvest and some of the kids are gonna be Indians! And guess what!"
"What?"
Sam leaned in close to him, whispering confidentially. "It's s'psed to be a secret, but we're gonna have fireworks after!"
"No way!" Dean gasped.
Pleased with the effect of his announcement, Sammy nodded proudly. "Yes!"