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.
However, the fireworks that we were actually there to see were too close and thus too loud, and she spent a while clinging to
KJ: Nononononono.
KJ: Four.
KJ: Four.
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(Which I can understand. I had my fingers in *my* ears for much of it.)
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Somerville had theirs on Thursday, which makes the third time we've gone, and he just loves it.
Tomorrow, ask her what her favorite color, then her favorite color of fireworks - worked a charm for me.
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