We set off a few fireworks on the fourth of July, but it was so very dry outside, that we were afraid we might set something on fire. We did a few, then watered down the lawn with the hose, just to make sure there wasn't a fire. It was a very small celebration. Then tonight, since it had been raining all day, my husband decided to set off a few more. He started with a particularly loud one and we heard our neighbor's son's voice through the trees (we couldn't see him) say "What was that?" and I yelled back "Fireworks" to which he said "Awesome."
It was pretty cute.
Freckles does not like them and is hiding under my chair right now, terrified, poor thing.
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