Wordworks and Fireworks

Uhh, Sam, Zi, like fece, isn't a word. And, Carmen, its queasy, not queezy. But don't worry. I don't mind if you girls CHEAT!
The genius considering her options.
Its funny how when you stare at seven letters long enough you can convince yourself that you can make words out of them. Even if they are completely original words.

A break for the firework show. I like this picture because the rocket is gone, but the frame just shows the smoke it left behind and the illuminated night.
Ta da.
Back to more serious matters.
Carmen came out with over 200 points. Sam just breached 100. I was somewhere between. A very unhappy place to be. Ouch.

A few more fireworks pictures.
Andrew put on a homemade firework show of his own. The budding Einstein got (several) bottles of cologne for Christmas. Rather than getting the hint that he needs to shower more than once a week and wear deodorant on occasion, he only noticed the word "alcohol" on the bottle. Boy+alcohol+fire+pop gun caps= baby fireworks. But this is not a picture of one.
Carmen, mom and I enjoying the show.
John Paul also enjoying the show, in his own way. "DAD??? Is this going to be a LOUD one?" he asked before every single fuse was lit. He shortly began complaining that he was suddenly very very tired and needed to go to bed....but he wasn't afraid, just tired, he insisted.
Sam is always putting out Andrew's flame.

And, of course, Indepence Day wouldn't be complete without a water fight. 3 boys vs. 3 girls. But I wasn't about to be impeded by a camera in mortal combat.