July 4th

It was a weekend of celebrations: Parades, parties, pool and BBQs.  Jerry and I took the plunge and allowed the girls to stay up late enough to catch their first round of fireworks; although we paid for it dearly in the days to follow.  Vivian crashed and burned at Trader Joe's yesterday, weeping over the fact that there were not-quite-ripe bananas and broccoli in her cart.  I apparently didn't get the memo that she considered green items verboten, at least yesterday.  We were openly and earnestly wailing over the color green.  I tried my best to conjure up the above images as she buried her head in her arms, crying and blocking an aisle full of busy Sunday shopping carts.  Although the staff and fellow shoppers at Trader Joe's may disagree...I thought the fireworks were worth this small sacrifice.