P was pumped for the fourth. Last year, his first out of NYC, introduced him to the possibility of personal pyrotechnics. This year, he had Big plans AND he had Grams. Killer combo :)
Then his night improved even more. The twenty-something's that live next door had a stoop party, hammock, sidewalk chalk and all. P luuuuvs twenty-something's :).
With his Grandmother and his tipsy buddies watching, he shot off 25 variants of the same light squirting thingy in the middle of the street and E dutifully shoveled up the shit left behind:). Zia watched on in wonder. The first one maaaaay have slightly startled her? But to be perfectly honest, I think this babe's fight or flight response may be fucked, what, with all of the false death rattles, scary attacks and screamfests she experiences daily... A few explosions seemed pretty par for the course, I guess.
We finished off the night watching the river display out the attic windows, cuddling. P declared it the most perfect fourth, evah:)