It's the Fourth of July, we've just been to New Mexico where fireworks is the third largest industry so it is only right that we do some celebrating with the kids and grand-kids.First we get their attention - Oooo, a Spark-ely.
Jase picks up the habit quickly and is soon waving and twirling the sparking sticks in the night air. Trying to set the lawn on fire is a major activity of the night.
Hero is a bit more reluctant but with a bit of coaching from her dad she picks up the habit as well. She is still not certain that this is the sport for her. I guess drum majorette and waving a baton is an acquired taste.
Now that we have the junior piros well on their way to a life of crime we can sit back and watch their parents blow up bigger, better and more colorful (as well as louder) piro-technica. I think that the dog is hiding under the couch.
Paul is demonstrating holding a sparkler and talking at the same time. Wow, I guess it really can be done.
Jase has become a two-fisted sparkler. "No, Dad, you can't have one - it's mine."
The party was a success. Lots of fun and food. The kids are worn out and all of the evidence of our illegal activity is . . . left at . . . my house. (oh dear.)
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