Lighting money on fire
The fourth of July has never been a big deal for me. When I was a kid, I don’t remember ever lighting one firework. And, I don’t remember ever being sad about it. Now since I’m older, the constant popping and banging of fireworks, a week before and a week after the fourth, annoy me. All of those obnoxiously-loud pieces of paper filled with gun-powder are a huge waste of money.
There, I said it.
Yesterday, when I picked Maya up from daycare, she proudly help up her handmade, bubble-lettered sign, “I heart the 4th of July!”
“That’s really cute, Maya. What do you love about the fourth of July?”
“You get to light fireworks!”
Oh, yeah, Maya, about that… Did you not get the memo? I don’t really like wasting money on fireworks.
But, before I could actually say that, Preston looked at me and said, “Just because we didn’t do fireworks when we were little, doesn’t mean our kids won’t when they’re little. But just a few. I don’t really like blowing up money.”
So, today, after we picked up the kids from daycare, we stopped by a tent by our house and bought a few small sparklers, a few really big sparklers and one small rocket. Maddox really wanted it.
And tonight we lit a few dollar bills on fire and watched them burn away into a sparkly cloud of smoke.
It was awesome.