The older kids asked me to take them to see the fireworks about 1,000 times over the past week. With a wife suffering from constant nausea and vomiting during this pregnancy I didn’t know whether or not we’d be able to go while leaving the 2-year-old with her. Fortunately the toddler didn’t nap all day and went to bed early, thereby allowing the wife to go to bed early and me to take the kids to the fireworks. Here’s how some of the conversation went…
6-year-old: Daddy, when’s it gonna start?
11-year-old: I’m bored.
15-year-old (Pretends her iPod is a cell phone and talks to Ross Lynch about how boring it is waiting for the fireworks to start.)
Repeat for 30 minutes…then the fireworks begin.
6-year-old (while covering her ears): It’s too loud. When’s it gonna stop, Daddy?
11-year-old (covers ears the whole time)
15-year-old (watches without any expression)
Upon the walk home only one thing was said…
THAT WAS AWESOME!