Okay, so John was just looking at the blog and rebuked me for not including the little anecdote about Tayleigh panicking. John lit a glow worm right on the driveway in front of his chair--not the designated location for fireworks. If you know what a glow worm is you know that it doesn't really do anything, just burns and makes a lot ash. Tayleigh saw this and ran onto the grass. Thing is, she didn't just stop she ran back and forth yelling incoherently about the fire. After a few minutes she ran out onto the driveway, but she wasn't wearing her shoes. And the driveway was covered with snaps--some unpopped. John and I yelled at her to get back on the grass or put her shoes on so she runs back onto the grass so flustered that she can't find her shoes and begins yelling incoherently again. John compares this scene to the one from Talledega Nights when Will Ferrell crashes and is running around yelling randomly in his underwear. Picture this in a smaller female version, fully dressed and without the foul language and you pretty much have the picture. It took two or three times of her running on the driveway and being yelled at to put her shoes on before she was able to focus enough to actually find them and put them on. We were all pretty hysterical by this point. I don't know, maybe you had to be there. . .
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