It’s our annual day of “blowing up things” and “playing with fire.”
Pam, Ted and Petey came down for a few days and brought some fireworks. We needed more, so Ted, the boys and I went to the firework tents and added to the collection. Scott never goes because while he will participate in the fireworks show (and finding things to put fireworks IN to blow them up), he does not like to see how much money was spent.
At least this year they weren’t #twinning by wearing the same shirt.
The “poopy puppy” is now called the “naughty dog.”
Smoke bombs are da bomb.
Annual Fourth of July photo.
Nighttime sparklers.
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