Day 338
Setting off a
bag of fireworks under Candy’s lawn
chair when she
was pregnant (overdue) with Becky
Some
kids just never grow up!? I reckon
so!
We
had a 6 year old, think an “old” man might have a little sense?
Miss
Candy was overdue-pregnant with a “bun-in-the-oven”, so to speak.
Hey!
I am always willing to help---especially…when needed. So? They did put me in
charge of the fireworks (adult-supervision
and all that rot); I got lady Candice seated on a lawn chair in the pasture,
sat the grocery bag chock-full of fireworks under her for “safe-keeping” and
promptly fired a Roman-candle fireball directly into the open sack. Ka!-Boom!
Candy,
being in a “rotund” disposition, as it were, couldn’t vacate her fiery chair;
she rode out the entire bag of Boom!
Boom! With her legs pulled up and nowhere to go.
Worked
out just fine---Great display-show…not a single singe. (Am I good---or…what!?)
Becky
came a few days later adding significantly to our tribe---let the games begin.
Okay!
So adult-supervision is required---I am an “adult?”…chronologically speaking!?
Considering---seems
like our little sojourn over 50+ years…has been one big Bang!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Adult-supervision”
Memories!
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