My kids are thrilled to be out of school. My son, Bubba, came off the bus waving his hands in the air, yelling, "I'm free!"
My daughter had a different kind of celebration. It involved sparklers. You know - those things that are basically fireworks on a stick.
"Mom, we need to go to the store," she had said.
"What for?" I'd asked.
"To get sparklers. My friend is coming over after our last day of school, and we're going to light sparklers."
It didn't sound too harmful. So I agreed to this. We came home with ten boxes of sparklers. I figured there would be enough for a fourth of July celebration, too.
That's not how it worked.
At 10:00 at night, the girls went out with all of the sparklers. Yes, all of them.
They had a blast, yelling and running around the yard with crackling lights on a stick.
When they came in I shook my head. "Do you have any left?"
My daughter grinned. "No."
"Do you realize how many sparklers you just used?"
She did the math. "Two hundred?"
"Yeah. Two hundred. Don't you think that was a little excessive?"
She shook her head. "Not after this year!"