Last Wednesday was July 4. Mike worked in the evening, and he'd taken the big car with the girls' car seats, so I couldn't take them out. Not that I wanted to. It doesn't get dark here til about 10pm and the girls aren't old enough to go out that late for fireworks.
Instead, when the fireworks started in our neighborhood, I turned off all the lights in the house and took the girls up to look out a 2nd floor window.
Libby kept calling the fireworks as fire trucks. So this led to this conversation.
Libby: Fire trucks are pretty.
Me: Fire WORKS are pretty?
Libby: Fire trucks are BEAUTIFUL.
We later referred to fireworks as "sparkles". Libby asked to see sparkles on July 5 and July 6 as well.
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