After nearly 10 years of
over-sharing blogging, I may repeat a story or four. This may be one of those times.
Fiddledaddy and I were discussing the 4th of July and our plans. I decided to stroll down memory lane. “Remember when Cailey couldn’t say FIREWORKS?”
Indeed, when Cailey was very small, and she tried to say fireworks, she would throw her chubby little hands up in the air, and in her little girl cartoon voice would shout “F*** UP!” I wish I were kidding. It’s not an expression that she had EVER heard, but that was her interpretation of fireworks. And we usually began the sentence with “LOOK UP! Fireworks!” She was simply abbreviating.
When various aunts and uncles discovered this fun fact, it became a party game for them at all family gatherings. “Cailey, say FIREWORKS!” Awesome.
And all was well and good until one fateful Sunday morning when our church displayed a picture of fireworks on the giant overheard screen.
We miss that church.
Not really. But whatever.
Fiddledaddy asked me when we should reveal this intel to Cailey, and I said when she is grown and has children of her own. It is then that I will be awaiting the weekly phone call apologizing for everything she has put me through.
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest.
Have a very blessed Independence Day! And thank you to the men and women who serve our country so that we can enjoy the freedoms we hold so dear.