(This is my RAAAWRRR face)



I tried to share in the magic of Fourth of July sparklers with my son. Our conversation, if baby babbles were English, went something like this -

Me: Look Zander! This is called a sparkler! And we're going to stick it in the ground a safe distance away and light it!

Z: That's nice. Put me down.

Me: Here we go! Are you ready???

Z: Ooo a pine cone!

Me: Isn't it pretty sweetie?

Z: I have a pine cone.

Me: Now it's time for the glow worm! Isn't that amazing?

Z: (patting my leg and holding a nature object up to me) Mom, have you seen my pine cone?

Me: Maybe you'll be more interested in the whistling sparkler. Let's try that one.

Z: (in a sing-song voice) pine-cone-pine-cone-pine-cone...

Me: (puts whistling sparkler in the ground and lights it)

Z: Holy SHIT Mom!!! What the hell was that??? Pick me up! Pick me up! Pick me uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!



(Zander and the Pine Cone)

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