The first time L saw fireworks, she was terrified. At least that’s what K told her as we were walking down Main Street this evening on our way to watch Greenville’s surprisingly modest fireworks display. It’s been a while since we’ve seen fireworks. For a while, the Girl was terrified of them. Then the Boy came along, and it was just not a good idea, we thought (though I saw some awfully small babies out tonight). And one year, K was sick. Or perhaps we were in Poland. Or maybe all three.

Tonight, though, we were determined to head downtown to watch the fireworks. We made it with time to spare, found a surprisingly quiet spot to sit and wait, and did just that.

The Boy sat calmly through the short show, the Girl was thrilled, and I was just happy we got in and out of such a crowd so relatively easily.