Happy Fourth of July!
We stopped at a parking lot tent, intending to only buy a few fireworks, and instead bought another eight year old boy. My own son was very excited, called him his friend, and the two of them ran off laughing.
But I’m withholding judgement. Waiting to see just how good of purchase the new boy was.
No fuse to light, no sparks or smoke. Definite pluses, I’ll admit. But the noise. Oh god, the noise. There seems to be no end to it. The boy whistles and screams like nothing I’ve ever bought before, getting my own son so excited he joins right in. So if you’re looking for noise, then I’d have to say you’ll get your money’s worth with an eight year old boy.
And two together, screaming around the place, could easily be mistaken for a small, county fair fireworks show. A few pickup trucks might even park out front. Tailgates will drop, more kids will run around the yard, and slow-moving adults will set up lawn chairs and pull blankets down tight over their shoulders.
Oh yes, I should mention the mess. When the show is over (sometime around midnight) there will be plenty of mess to clean up. The living room will look like a small tornado gathered up a camping store and a toy store and somehow funneled it all through the mail slot. At least one shoe will be missing for an hour.
But on a positive note, at least the place doesn’t stink like burnt sulphur. Well, not much anyway.