We managed to take a little trip while at the coast to see the fireworks. I wasn't sure how Branson would do, but my guess was he'd be scared... and of course, he was. He thought the fireworks were "tun-dar" (Thunder for those of you that aren't fluent in Branson-ese) and that the rain was going to "get me". He kept telling me "get in truck mommy." Every once in a while he would appreciate the beauty of the fireworks and say "pitty fir-work". Next year will be better, I'm sure!
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