My favorite Fourth of July memory takes place in a grocery store parking lot.
It was our oldest daughter’s first Independence Day. We had driven 20 minutes to see the fireworks, but when they started shooting off the practice fireworks, poor Hannah completely melted down. She sure didn’t like the “boom” of the Red, White, & Boom!
So, reluctantly, we packed her into the car and drove toward home. When we were a few minutes from home, we realized the real fireworks show was beginning.
Those were the words I heard immediately before the dinner plate hit the floor.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to raise children who love eating their vegetables. I remember first feeding my oldest a jar of green baby food (probably peas). The spoon went in the mouth, a look of horror passed over Hannah’s face, and the spoon (along with it’s contents) came flying back out of her mouth.
Let me tell you, I don’t look great wearing pureed peas.