One of my favorite things to do is snoop around my 7yo son’s room for signs of cuteness.
If he can’t fall asleep right away at night and is done reading, he’ll write notes and letters to friends or family (like this heartbreaker).
He is my Passive-Aggressive kid who balances out my Plain Old Crazy kid (his 5yo sister). Which means I also find declarations of her annoying behavior or drawings of our family with her shoved in the corner in an artistic Time Out.
It’s like a treasure trove of awesome in there.
Last night on Facebook I was complaining about how the pent-up arsonists of New Jersey have already begun lighting fireworks. I was not alone in my aggravation at post-10pm fireworks near where my kids are (hopefully please God hopefully) sleeping, as evidenced by the comments and a reader sharing this:
I’m just not a personal safety risk-taker, so I don’t get why almost losing fingers, almost burning your eye, almost lighting your house on fire and definitely pissing off your neighbors who need some sleep is a fun thing to do for so many people.
There’s also the fact that a large portion of The Birthday Girl (i.e.: USA) is in the midst of a dangerously dry heat wave. Why take chances night after night for a week or more with burning her down, just to go “Ooooh! Ahhhh!”?
(If you want some “Ooooh! Ahhhh!”s, go see The Amazing Spider-Man or Magic Mike. I hear they both are fire-free and surrounded by refreshing Air-Conditioning)
I don’t get it.
So I pop into my son’s room today and peek around while I’m stripping the bed.
Lo and Behold, guess who must have been woken up last night by the fireworks?
If my 7-year-old can figure out that fireworks are only supposed to go off on the 4th of July, you’d think a bunch of adults would be able to figure that out, too.
Now if only he could somehow get his hands on the calendars of the rest of the people in the neighborhood…