On the way home from the mountain, we stopped off to get some fireworks. Sam said he didn't want to light any this year, so we just got a bunch of little things, like sparklers, smoke bombs, snakes, and tanks. That was enough for Sam. Apparently it wasn't enough for Charlie.
Sam's favorite was the smoke bombs. It took a while, but he got brave enough to light them.
Brett was not brave.
I brought over our snow cone maker for the evening. Brett was all over those.
Sam liked seeing how many times he could jump over a smoke bomb before the smoke ran out. I think he got up to 7.
Then a little bit of the punk fell on his arm, and he was pretty much done.
Charlie had fun tormenting the ants by my parents' mail box.
Aunt Annie brought over some glow lights for the boys.
At one point, Charlie shot off a firework, and a piece of it flew right over us. It scared Sam, so he spent a lot of time underneath the table to be sure he couldn't get hit with anything.
This is the picture Sam drew that night on his chalkboard. He said it was fun until something almost hit him. Then it wasn't fun anymore.
Sam said his favorite part of the night was when he shot off a firework and it zoomed right to Charlie. Charlie had to just fall down on his back to avoid it. If he hadn't had faster reflexes, it would have hit him right in the chest. Everyone had cameras out, but no one had a shot of right when it happened. Bummer :)
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