(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)
