While we were in South Dakota, I let Christopher in on the fact that one of my favorite kinds of "fireworks" is the smoke bomb. Just the nice, simple, no frills, colored-smoke producer. You light it. It sparks a little. It sends plumes of blue, red, pink, white, orange, green, purple, or yellow smoke into the air. And, while we were at my folks', Christopher found some large smoke bombs (about 6 inches long and an inch or so across), that go for about 10 times as long as the little balls you usually find.
On the way back to the Cities, we stopped at one of the big fireworks stores outside of Sioux Falls and found more of those long lasting smoke bombs, as well as a few "fountain" type fireworks and a few sparkly-spinner-y things.
Then, yesterday, as the sun was going down, we headed out to the driveway and lit things off. The fountains were sparkly. The spinners spun. The smoke bombs were incredible. And it was just for us.
As much as I enjoy the big she-bangs that you can find either on TV or in the middle of thousands of people, I really don't think any of those can beat a private showing.
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