Yesterday we taught the boys about the great American pastime of BLOWING STUFF UP. Liam has always been a little timid around fireworks, Ewan, however, screeched with an unimaginable glee and tore off with a caveman-like wonder towards whatever direction he saw fire. Chris and I were SO PROUD. In my youth, I was known as the Queen of Bottle Rocket Warfare and Chris used to fashion makeshift bombs from different parts of firecrackers. We take pyro seriously in this family.
Step One
Spend a small fortune on consumer explosives. Acceptable choices
include any package with a snarling black cat on it or anything labeled
"Desert Dominator." That worth celebrating should be done so with fire:
Not content with the simple Firecracker, we got the Demolition Cracker.
Step Two
Allow your five-year-old child to participate (and light a fuse with
the help of his older cousin, both of whom were TOTALLY SUPERVISED).
Giggle as he charges away from the lit fuse like all hellfire is after
him:
Step Three
Take photos of your exploding dollars. The only way you could make it
better is by eliminating the middleman and actually setting your money
on fire:
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