Fourth of July: Take Two Hundred

So we tried the fireworks thing again this year. Because apparently we’re slow learners and thought maybe this time would be different. Maybe Sophie would magically transform from a sensitive two-year-old who thinks the vacuum cleaner is plotting against her into a kid who enjoys loud explosions in the sky.

Fourth of July: Take Two Hundred

Spoiler alert: it did not go well. The first boom sent her into full meltdown mode, and by the second one she was climbing up me like I was a tree and she was escaping a flood. Marcus packed up our lawn chairs while I did damage control in the kitchen with goldfish crackers and promises that the scary noises were done.

Next year we’re staying home with sparklers in the backyard. Or maybe we’ll just wait until she’s five. Or fifteen. At this rate, Sophie’s first positive fireworks experience might be at her college graduation.