4th of July

Our littlest was in top form last night!  Despite getting her little hand shut in the door, she had a fine time before and during the fireworks show last evening at our little Riverfront Park.  She ran and ran and ran around our blanket, ran to and from a set of chairs about a hundred feet away repeatedly, ran with Eli around the tree at the far end of the field from us...  I think the favorite was her running around the blanket after a rousing game of Duck, Duck, Goose with her siblings, shouting and pointing, "Peacock!  Do-do bird! Peacock!  Do-do bird!  Very pretty peacock!  Do-do bird!"  Mama and Abby were "peacocks."  Papa and Eli were "do-do birds."  During the show, Pip informs her father that, "just because you're a teacher doesn't mean you know *everything*."  Poor Hans.  If only that were the end of it!  Later, she tells him not to scratch his bug bites and loudly lets us know that she has to tell him these things because he just doesn't know.  Wowza.  I remember Abby and Eli thinking Hans was the smartest man in the world because he's a science teacher.  Seems Hazel will not be so easily impressed.