Sparkler...fire!

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The kids were really into to election night results. We watched, together, as history was made. After the speeches we went outside to celebrate a new President with some sparklers. 
It seemed benign.
Who ever thought handing a child a flaming torch was a good idea needs a lobotomy. Kid Two, of course, burned his finger on the freaking thing. After some tears and a baggie frozen peas he came up with this one...
"There Was A Boy Who Burned His Finger On a Sparkler...Fire! Who wants to buy that book? Let's buy that book, Okay?!"
I feel proud and concerned at his ridiculous outburst. He is definitely my child...

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