I Wanted To Pull a William Wallace and Yell "FREEDOM"

I'd spent all week trying to convince N that he needed to smuggle some fireworks in from Oregon.  Our county has a NO FIREWORKS rule.  I've got to be honest, it almost makes the 4th feel dead to me.  What's more natural than showing your freedom by lighting some sparklers and ground flowers?  So we don't light off the Roman Candles and catch things on fire.  Okay!  I'm just talking about a little "oohh" and "aahh."  Nothing that goes higher than the house.

About 25 minutes into the 4th of July festivities at our house, N and my brother-in-law Jerry had the desire to go to some other county and find some fireworks.  Which gave me my opportunity to use my freedom of speech and mouth an "I told you so" to N.  Which he so appreciated.

It's safe to say our family BBQ was without any type of fire.  However, it was filled with laughter, an impromptu dance lesson, some dress-up, an Abbott and Costello joke, some Wii, some Pop-Its and fun that you can only experience when three boys get together with one girl and entertain the rest of us.

First was some kitchen business.

Then some marching:

The some dress up:

The outside and the ever awesome jumping pose:

Because we didn't have fireworks, each of the kids got a box of Pop-Its.  Also because it's the same weather as Antarctica here, we decided to run outside, throw some Pop-Its and get inside all before the heavens opened up and drenched us.

Don't you just want to "ooh" and "aah" over all the excitement of a Pop-It.  Nothing says independent quite like a little ball of something that makes a small, popping sound.  Sometimes.  They don't always work.

That was until Jerry decided to step up the game a bit.  He gave the boys a target to shoot for.  Oh yes he did.

I've got to say, this was probably one of the highlights of the evening.  Throwing Pop-Its at Jerry's back-side. 

I'm proud to report, one of my nephews, I think T-Dog, got a good one. 

The End.