*Let's be honest - my Wordless Wednesdays are so rarely without words*
Our city's fireworks are shot from a weird spot - not in a local park where there's huge grassy knolls upon which to place your blanket. They're shot in an empty parking lot. Behind Target. With no parks anywhere near. So, as we discovered, everyone places their blankets on the small sections of grass between the businesses and the major highway nearest the fireworks.
These were T's first fireworks. The sound scared her a bit, but after explaining to her that, like thunder, fireworks don't hurt you, she enjoyed watching them and frequently pointed to the sky directly above her (nowhere near where the fireworks were) saying "Fie-wuks up in da skyyyyyy. Fie-wuks don hurtchooooo!"
And THIS picture is just for Mimi who self-proclaimedly "runs on Dunkin". Our bit of grass was right outside the Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins (which made for some good fireworks snacks)!