Finn’s got an interesting fascination with fireworks. On one hand their bright colors are captivating. On the other hand, their loud noise is terrifying. A few days ago, one of our neighbors must have found the last of their fourth of July stash and a loud boom rocked the calm of evening.
Finn spun around.
Finn: Did you hear that, Daddy.
Me: I sure did, bud.
Finn: That was a scary fireBOOM, Daddy.
Me: A fireboom? You mean a firework?
Finn: Nope. It’s a fireboom.