Fourth of July: Take Three

Every year we think this will be the year Sophie loves fireworks. Every year we are spectacularly wrong.

Fourth of July: Take Three

Tonite’s attempt lasted exactly four minutes. We got the blanket spread out, Sophie was excited about the sparklers, and then the first real firework went off. Cue the screaming. The kind of toddler screaming that makes other families look at you with a mix of sympathy and judgment.

So here we are, back in our kitchen at 8:30, with a very upset two-year-old who just wanted the “pretty lights” to stop being so LOUD. Marcus is making her chocolate milk as an apology from the universe. I’m making a mental note that maybe outdoor celebrations aren’t Sophie’s thing yet.

Maybe when she’s five we’ll try again. Or maybe when she’s fifty and can appreciate that her parents tried really, really hard to give her a normal childhood. Until then, we’ll stick to sparklers in the driveway and call it a win.