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"Dancing in the Streets!"

Tonight Becky and I experienced the Fourth of July fireworks show in DC with grandsons Ryan, Sean, and Kyle (and their parents and Sydney).

As usual, the show was over-the-top fabulous. All three boys were transfixed. Though, about 3/4 the way through the show, Sean (4 years old) got a little distracted, maybe even a bit bored with the constant flow of color and light and sound. However, he could not keep from being drawn back into the drama of the "Finale." Always a crowd pleaser. This year was no exception. As it got going, he re-engaged and could not help from dancing and bopping to the sight and sound of beat of the constantly exploding fireworks. I caught him on video in a freeform joyous dance. Towards the end of it all, he was so excited he let loose with a spontaneous sommersaut. Enjoy. We sure did!

Comments

Sydney said…
That was so much fun!!! The boys were definitely transfixed. Kyle didn't even mind the noise!
Anonymous said…
As I remember, Sydney was not always fond of fireworks. lol

Thinking of you all together, I love it!

Enjoy!

Tracy
Carrie said…
too funny! so glad you captured this moment!

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