Ever since the first red and yellow striped tents popped up in June, I’ve had one excited boy that has wanted me to stop at every fireworks stand from town and back. On Wednesday, I took the kiddos to grab some Sonic and Cole headed to Wal-Mart to get a Transformer. The money had been burning a hole in his pocket and going to town meant we would somehow end up at Wally World. We also stopped by my friend Shelly’s house to return a dish she had brought full of potato salad to our Oscar Mayer Thrill of the Grill House Party.
Trying to be Mother of the Year, I stopped by the fireworks tent first. I gave Cole $5 + tax and told him to buy as many sparklers as he could. I figured I’d stay in the car. Not so lucky. Audrey wanted to go, too and I admit, I was a little curious about what was under the tent myself this year.
So, $15 later, we came home with 12 boxes of sparklers, snakes, smoke bombs, a fountain, firecrackers, parachutes, a dancing butterfly, etc. (Yes, I’m easily impressed by sparkly things.)
As if that weren’t enough, John and Cole got more fireworks last night. Not only could they not wait until the 4th of July to set them off, they couldn’t even wait until it was dark. So much for me being Mother of the Year. :)
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