Last year, the J-Man rather enjoyed the fireworks we set off in the driveway. We just do the small, legal (i.e., rather lame) kind with some sparks and a fair amount of noise. Since it gets dark after 9:00 and he doesn’t stay up that late, we set them off still in daylight. We tried to create something as non-threatening as possible. Last year, he was somewhere between pretty OK and smiling about it. This year – not so much.
I am happy and the essence of all that is patriotic and American! Bow to my cuteness!
OMG! What’s Daddy doing?! He’s ruining my All-American cuteness!! Why does Daddy hate America?!
Why is Daddy squatting and pretending to have discovered fire?! Is this some weird man thing Mama keeps telling me about?!
(Tense pause.)
AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!! NOOOOOOOOO!!
(Insert bombs bursting in air.)
Curse you, evil father! I shun you!!
I raise my cone of silence!! Cone of Silence!!!
OK, I forgive you, just get me out of here. But I may fart on you later. And you’ll just have to get over it.
The End.
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See …. July 4 fireworks just aren’t the same without Uncle Jason.
We have quite a few left over. Maybe this time YOU can hold the cranky hot baby and take pictures at the same time.