The eldest decided she didn’t actually like the fireworks, so she cried for twenty minutes whilst we left…only to then tell us she didn’t want to leave when we finally got back to the car.
Then when we got stuck in the inevitable exit traffic both kids were screaming in the car for a good 20 minutes.
Finally get home, little man goes to bed, the daughter is flirting with the idea of bedtime…and the neighbours start letting the big boys off.
I don’t condone terrorism but sometimes I wonder if my life wouldn’t be easier if Fawkes and his mates had actually pulled it off, the mad lads.
How’s your ‘Bonfire weekend’ going?
Isn’t it grand how much conviction they can have from moment to moment, while also completely changing their minds? I feel tired just thinking about it.
Five is an easy age to deal with this stuff. We just stay in and pretend not to know why there are fireworks for sale at lidl.