Last night we were watching the fireworks, the three big kids sitting on top of the van and me holding Nemo as I stood on the ground. A gentle rain fell as we watched the colorful bursts sparkle against the dark sky. The look of pure joy on Sunny's face was one I will never, never forget. Last year she slept through the fireworks. I commented on the way home about how weird it was to be watching fireworks in the rain, and Sunny said "It's not rain, Mommy, it's the little clouds cwying."
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Tonight we watched Night at the Museum, and at the end Sunny got up and started dancing to the music at the end. I turned the movie off and turned the dance music channel on for Sunny to keep dancing - she shakes it like no other 3 year old I've ever seen. Trout had been whining at me about how she wanted dessert but she hadn't finished her dinner, so I told her if she got up and danced for a full 15 minutes she could have dessert. She said, "Okay, Mom, but you have to change the music for me. I like rock."
I chuckled as I changed it to the classic rock station, where they were playing Van Halen, and she said, "No, that's not right." I changed it again to the rock station, where they were playing Evanescence followed by Metallica.
"That's good, Mom, keep it there. Here, hold my hair clips, I want to shake my hair out."
And that's exactly what my little headbanger did. Any guesses as to what I was doing back in the 80s?
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