5 years, 7 months.
My philosophy on fireworks for the 4th of July is this: Enjoy the entertainment in which our neighbors provide as they go all-out on fireworks; meanwhile, we’ll spend $13 on novelty items to get the show started.
And that’s exactly what happened this year.
After we finished dinner Monday night, I set up a folding chair for Mommy and Holly in the driveway. Then you and I went to work.
The show started with you blasting through 50 Mega Snaps, about a dozen of which were instant casualties when they fell out of the box as you were opening it.
Next I lit the ladybug, but unfortunately, nothing happened. The fuse burned up and that was it. Bummer.
I think even Holly was disappointed on that one.
You were very excited about the American flag themed tank, which of course, was made in China. It provided a nice explosion. We both liked how it was smoking afterwards, like it just came out of battle.
The smoke bombs remain to be one of your favorite types of fireworks every year; though you and your friend Aiden didn’t appreciate the sulfur smell.
Both you and Mommy decided it was best that I handle the sword, once we learned what it actually did; which was to shoot sparks out for about a minute straight.
We finished off our family’s fireworks show with the most curious item: the Poopy Puppy.
It was impossible not to laugh: He shot sparks out his rear-end, spun around, “pooped” out ashes, and then self-destructed by catching on fire.
By that time, our neighbors came out with the real fireworks and we got to relax, as spectators, watching the explosions in the air, as neighbors from nearby cul-de-sacs tried to compete for glory.
Ah, the cul-de-sac life.