So last night we pack up the drinks, camera, phones, tarp (for the very saturated grass) and blankets. I grab Alex's leash and that didn't go over well with Don. He called me crazy and said I was a bad mom and that Alex would be traumatized. Haha. I really think Alex will be fine. We start walking and at the bottom of Dunedin, dad says again, "Last chance to take him home".
Alex was beyond fine. Could not have cared any less about what was going on in the sky. He was more interested in the glow sticks that the kids were throwing into the air. At one point, probably 10 minutes into the fireworks, he laid down like he was bored. Haha.
Good little boy...
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