block party: misnomer or misunderstanding?

Daddy's boss invited us to his block party last Saturday, which sounded like a lot of fun. However, Wyn and I were surprised to discover that there weren't any actual blocks involved. To make up for this blatant misrepresentation, Mom and Dad allowed us to run around in the street (okay, walk around in the street).


Seriously, my brother and I had a blast at the party. We played. We watched dogs. And we met lots of great people, including this strange new friend who followed me around the whole time. I named him Harold.