I took Ethan and Jared to the Foster City fireworks display last night. We had to park almost a mile away. Luckily I brought their razor’s so they didn’t get tired. We found a nice spot, right in front where we could see the fireworks right over our heads. At about T-15min, they let off a practice shot.
It went pop–whistle–BANG!
That was the moment Jared started to panic. He looked at me like I had just shown him the face of pure evil. He said, “I want to go home!” I tried to relax him, but he was not having it. When the fireworks actually started, he started to cry. So we had to get up and walk back through the crowd and get out. Ethan was upset because he wanted to stay. Ethan had started talking to some girls next to us (of course). I listened to their conversation. It was 98% Ethan and 2% them. He needs to listen more.
Anyway, we traveled back all the way to the car, trying to catch some of the display by looking over our shoulders. I kept asking, “Is this better? It’s not so loud here.” He kept replying, “No, let’s keeping going. It’s not ok.”
I told him that Ethan used to be afraid of the fireworks too and that he liked it more when he turned 5. This is actually a white lie. Ethan was fine with it, but I want Jared to give it another chance next year.
Overall, we had a good time together this long weekend. We spent alot of time together, played tennis and Texas hold-em poker and watched Superman Returns. I was tense alot of the weekend, as Katie pointed out. Hopefully, this feeling won’t last too long.