Brandt wanted to do fireworks this year. Kent and I both felt he was old enough to stay up late for the fireworks show which was on the 3rd, but he was too tired and feel asleep when he normally does, just after 8pm. I did buy a box of small things we could set off in the road, and in the evening (well before it got dark) we lit them off. Grandma Dawn and Keyaira came over to join us. Brandt was beside himself with glee; we had to physically restrain him from getting too close. They would have been far more interesting later in the evening, but bedtime comes early around here (although there are days when it is not early enough), and Brandt didn't seem to mind one little bit.
It can't be good to be breathing in that blue smoke.
Kent lit a screamer.
Blythe and her Key Bug
Oooh! Flames!
A package of sparklers safely impaled in the grass.
Brandt helping Kent stick sparklers in the road.
Look at those socks.
Black, with the big toe sticking out.
That's his left foot, the one that was missing the shoe earlier in the day.
In the light of early evening.
I somehow don't think breathing orange smoke is any better than the blue kind.
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