Small People And Big Booms

We went up to see some fireworks this evening for the Fourth. KJ loved the ones at a distance - she loves lights - and loved waving a flag she was given by a rampaging five-year-old, and danced to the fiddler (so long as he wasn't playing to her, because his attention gave her shyness/stage fright).

However, the fireworks that we were actually there to see were too close and thus too loud, and she spent a while clinging to artan_eter. We got her through a bit by saying "Whee!" at all the flashy bits, and she agreed that they were "Whee!" but the booms were a bit much, so whispercricket took her into the building, where, apparently, they had a conversation that went something like this:

whispercricket: So this is too scary right now. Will you be all right going to see them when you're three?
KJ: Nononononono.
whispercricket: Not when you're three? How about when you're four?
KJ: Four.
whispercricket: Four?
KJ: Four.