I finally found something my son is afraid of, Fireworks!! We decided we weren't going to one of the big shows in case he got scared. That turned out to be a good plan. So my sister and I went and bought about $40 worth of fireworks to shoot off at the house. He liked the sparklers, they were pretty. The first time we lit one of the other ones he took off running for the house. Then he came and hid behind me. So I picked him up and held him. He was better there and managed to watch three or four more. Then we did this one that made a horendus whistling noise. The hellion was done after that. He looked at me and said "mommy, I done. Go inside now!" I was proud of him. He stuck it out for a while. Now he is asking when we are going to do more.
I have finally figured out the day I took the wrong turn that landed me here, hating my life. It wasn't the day I got my first credit card or the day I met my ex-husband. No, this goes back much further than that. The day of doom happened when I, in all my innocence, decided boys didn't have cooties. Money isn't the root of all evil, men are.