The 4th of July night festivities made a big impact on my son. We watched some street fireworks and he watched with awe as the big "boys" lined them up and lit them in the street. After all was said and done he went straight for the empty TnT Fountain, the grand finale, the mega, six fountain show stuffed in a barrel. I watched as his wheels spun with curiosity as to the how's and the why's of the mechanics of it all. He was elated when the big guys said he could take the empty barrel home...even more elated when I agreed to it. I waited until we were on our way home in the car, and as if on cue, the questions began to roll: "How does it work dad?" "Could it still explode?" etc. etc....So the last two days he has ripped the big barrel apart to inspect the inside, carefully lifted some of the remaining label and scooped out the burnt powder. He has then crafted his own "firework" out of three stacked empty toilet paper rolls, tape, string, and a black Sharpie pen. Oh and the left over powder is in there...it's gotta be official.
Ask if I am concerned?
Actually, I'm amazed. The Kid is just crazy inventive, ingenious, and creative. I tell him he could be an engineer but that sounds so boring to him so he dismisses it as a possible vocation. But I know one day he'll be creating and building for a living and we'll smile as we remember all the things he's invented along the way.
I am also not surprised. He's shown it off to his guy friends and they all agree to its coolness factor. "Dude, how'd you build that?!" Such a boy thing. Seriously.
I'm just a girl. I like colorful fireworks (the kind you can watch with your kid's tucked in your lap and the summer night air on your skin) but really, I like flowers. I won't marvel at the workings of an explosive, but I will marvel at the intricate life of a bloom. This is my creative version of a firework taken on the 4th.
So much more exciting...don't you think?
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