Niece with sparkler, Berkeley, CA.
Nephew with sparkler, Berkeley, CA.
Daughter with sparkler, Berkeley, CA.
My niece turned 11 the other day. We had a “village” dinner tonight, village meaning all three households in our little cohousing community (four kids and five adults among us, ranging from six to 50). The feast, which the culinarily precocious birthday girl had largely conceived of and executed (with loving sous-cheffery from her dad and mom) concluded with a sparkler-fest in the back yard.
The littlest kid, my son, decided he really didn’t want to hold a quasi-exploding chopstick-sized wand, but everyone else had a blast with them, each very much in their own, unique way.