So Kim says, “Can we get the kids a few fireworks this year?”. Usually, I don’t want to deal. I had my days of blowing stuff up. But my inner child came out and we left the store with the big big box of fireworks.
However, Reagan hates loud stuff so she spent most of the evening inside. We used to have to lock our dog in the closet with a radio on the 4th. It was bad. This is bordering on that. However, when we convinced her to hold on to a sparkler, it was all good!