No, Daddy, I Don’t Wanna Look!

Despite being late, forgetting my camera, screaming and cursing all the way back to get my camera, parking a mile away, realizing we forgot the stroller and schlepping a 40lb diaper bag that entire way, Ben’s first 4th of July went pretty well. He did very well until the fireworks started and then his day of napping protest caught up to him. He went between wildly wiggling his arms at the fireworks, cheering along with the little girls behind us (they’d say “WOOH!” he’d say “GABADABABADAAAAAA!”) and trying to rip my shirt up while screaming at the top of his lungs.

At about the height of his “I’m dying! DYING!” freak out, a father walked behind us with his very unhappy son. “Look! Look at the fireworks.”
“Noooooooo, daddy! I don’t WANNA look!”

For a moment, I thought Ben was speaking and I was shocked. I mean, with the amount of f-bombs and sailor talk that was flying out of my mouth on the way down, I expected something a lot more creative than that.

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