Before July ends, I am compelled to post one more memory of it, specifically, an event that occurred on the 4th of July. By the late afternoon that day, one of my sons was subdued to the point of meltdown... Perhaps it was the aftermath of a daylong celebration of patriotism beginning with a performance of Ralph Vaughn Williams' "Testament of Freedom," then involving many waves of guests through our home, and culminating with the highly anticipated but still out of reach trip to the lake to watch the fireworks. Or maybe it was the result of the piling-on effect caused by a stretch of several days of near nonstop activity. But most likely it was directly related to the sad fact that very early the following morning we all would be forced to wave good-bye again to our dear friends from Libertyville-now-Connecticut... And we hadn't even had a chance to do everything we wanted to do with them yet. It just didn't seem fair. Or festive. Or patriotic. Well... you get the point.
Whatever the reason, on that funky and humid evening of July 4th, my faithful-friend-for-all-time Jodi and I felt compelled to make an emergency run to Walgreen's to purchase the goods (two-liter bottles of Diet Coke and packs of Mentos) that would allow us to indulge one of our kids' collective childhood dreams: to do their very own explosions. By this point in the day, six kids were left at the party, so that allowed us half a dozen attempts at perfecting the strategy.
Our brave 6-year-old friend/cousin Jeremy was the alpha tester.
Then the fearless beta-testing girls took their turns...
And then came the big guns... the three intrepid 10-year-old boys who had been dreaming and planning for the day their mothers would allow them to try this crazy thing for as long their dear little brains could remember. Good thing clever Jaki innovatively experimented with the funnel action or none of the kids would have produced more than short little squirts!
With each try, the explosions got a little more exciting. All of the kids were giddy with the anticipation and the unscientific measurement of the height their own personal explosions! (If you click on a photo, it will enlarge so you can better see the expressions of joy!)
And next time we try this experiment, we will rely on our data and start off using what we now know is the secret to getting the highest flare on the first try: Duct tape!
KABOOM!
And about an hour later, KABOOM again!
And that, folks, is what is known as the pursuit of happiness!
Let's hear it for July!
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