The afternoon of the Fourth, we went to our friend's house. A few years back, we drew a picture of Godzilla and had rolling tanks shoot firecrackers into it. Two years ago we made a kind of vampire baby with firecrackers in its really huge diaper -- you can imagine what happened when the tanks attacked that.
Mark didn't buy any tanks (or chickens) this year. He bought smoke bombs and killer bees.
Hmmm. I can hear the dreams now: "I drempt I built this train for my date, but then my Dads set it on fire." Better put $5 into the therapy fund.