Petey and I spent a very quiet Fourth. We didn't get to the program in the park, though Petey practiced his singing all day (lying on the floor), "Are you sleeping, are you sleeping?", "Minute Men, Minute Men/Get up on the Double-this means lots of trouble! This means war!"
Nobody told me he was supposed to be in the program 'till today, and it was raining anyhow. Then the Plazas decided to watch the fireworks from the campus instead of from our lawn, and Pete was heartbroken until they said he could go along. They gave him three boxes of sparklers, and he had one from last year.
He told me he held them out by the end. One spark lit on his hand, but he said he only whispered "ouch"-so no one would know. He twirled his sparklers, "did you know they're magic? They leave lines in the air!...And I had red ones and green ones and bluish ones!".
He also had popcorn (no salt) and two cups of coffee ("just like the grownups!, and I liked it!"*)
He came home sizzling with exclamation points ("and the noise scared me a little, Mommy!").
*EDITOR'S NOTE: And so began a 40 year love affair/addiction to the stuff! =-)
Nancy Lawson
a picture from her early teaching days in San Franciso
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