Yesterday was the Fourth of July.  Matt thought C&D should stay up and see the fireworks because we live close enough that they might hear them, assume was thunder, and wouldn’t sleep without a fuss.  Anyway, what kid doesn’t like fireworks?

I can name you two:  Carmen and David.  They found no pleasure in the cascading lights, twinkling down with a pop.  Like Chicken Little, they assumed the worst (in this case, thunder and a perverse form lightning) and screamed loud enough to be heard the next block over.  Oh, we explained, look at the colors, how pretty and they’re falling down!  This didn’t help, because then C&D were worried why anything falling down could ever be worth clapping about.

It was a disaster, then, and we all finally went to bed much too late.

Today, C&D summed up yesterday’s fireworks:  “Colors fell down.  Got hurt!”