DEFINITELY MY CHILD

Kristen went out tonight for a well deserved evening with a friend. As usual, Tobin threw a small nuclear fit when she ducked-out. I did my best to comfort him. He was having nothing of it. So I went back to eating dinner with Blane.

A few minutes later I went back to hold him and see what we could do. "What would you like to do tonight? What would make you happy kiddo?" Without hesitation, the tears stopped and he replied, "Do fireworks." That's my boy.

I have a problem where I buy too many fireworks. They last all year. And then some. (I don't have the time to blow stuff up all day as I once did...) So the boys constantly want to do some fireworks. They know they're there, and they desire them. Though typically we just do the little party poppers, tonight would be different.

Mom was away, so we pulled out the big guns. (Almost literally) M-150s, Bottle Rockets, Crackle Balls, and Jumping Jacks were among the more explosive items on the menu. The boys were pleased. Tobin was happy as a clam, and didn't shed another tear the rest of the evening. Give the boy fire, and he's happy. We should probably be afraid. Very afraid.