Its days like the Fourth of July that you miss being a kid. Props to my mom and the Brooks for being soooo cool about fireworks. I remember bags of fireworks, hours of semi dangerous play, and never once a thought about the legality of it or homeowners insurance. Those were the days. They have had signs up for about two weeks all around town reminding us that our town is a "Fireworks Free" town with promises of seizure and a 2000 dollar fine. sigh... so we planned to go to the local park, pay five bucks and fight the crowd to see fireworks. But we have had so much stinkin rain around here they had to cancel - too muddy to park cars. Off we went to the next county over to buy fireworks.. he, he, he...
Teaching our kids early to skirt the law... We bought low key stuff and had a blast! The Ragers came over - we made fajitas on the grill, and smores over the fire. We enjoyed almost all of our illegal fireworks until the cops pulled up - we almost all crapped our pants, including Benjamin. They stopped to lecture the neighbors first - there had to be seven of us doing the same thing on the street. Then they moved on, we breathed again and went inside...bummer man.
Teaching our kids early to skirt the law... We bought low key stuff and had a blast! The Ragers came over - we made fajitas on the grill, and smores over the fire. We enjoyed almost all of our illegal fireworks until the cops pulled up - we almost all crapped our pants, including Benjamin. They stopped to lecture the neighbors first - there had to be seven of us doing the same thing on the street. Then they moved on, we breathed again and went inside...bummer man.
Roman candles were the hit of the night
Games at the neighborhood barbecue
I like this picture - you can see the party in Kyle's sunglasses
Benjamin and his friend from church that just moved into the neighborhood
mmm...smores
Strike a pose
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