blowing stuff up!
You can’t get much more American than exploding things in your driveway. OK, well, you obviously can, and it was just weenie fireworks from the store. But we had no idea how he would react to stuff combusting in front of our house, so we skipped the rockets red glare and went for things that popped and crackled and smelled like Beelzebub’s armpits. Yeah, we know it’s daytime too. There was no way he was making it until dark.
To our joy, he really liked them. We even got “more” and the sign for “more” out of him! Yay!
Next year, more firepower!!
Anyway, enjoy the cute video. (It’s short.) And thanks to Uncle Jason for filming while I was trying not to catch myself on fire!