I felt sorry for our poor neighbors Saturday night as we waited for the fireworks to begin.
Cookie shouting on the balcony: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AMERICA. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AMERICA. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
An illegal firework exploded in the distance.
Larisa: I see one! I see one!
Cookie, you got your abnormally sharp hearing from me. Cathode ray TVs drove me insane. When grandpa installed a squirrel noise repellent in the attic of their house, I stopped visiting. You and your friend’s high pitched shrieking at the top of your little, but surprisingly powerful, lungs was physically painful. Remember that pain in your ears during that airplane trip when you had a stuffy nose? Scuba diving when you can’t clear? That’s the pain, but sharper.
I couldn’t wait until the fireworks show started so I could have some peace and quiet.