Vacation Part 4 - Family Bash and No Beating up the Psuedo-cousins

On July 4th there was a big ole bash at Mom & Dad Bean’s. I was starting to feel bad (because I had appendicitis – I’ll tell you later), but it was alright.

Apparently you can have fireworks where they live so there was a whole lot of that going on. But there was also an incident.

My sister-in-law, Sophia, had bought a bunch of fireworks for her son, Grant. And she was going to make him share but obviously, he wanted to be able to shoot some of them off himself. But Aunt Godmother’s boyfriend’s son and his wife “claimed” Grant’s fireworks.

Ya’ll, Sophia is about the sweetest person on the face of the planet. So she didn’t say a word. Nothing. She smiled and calmed Grant while he cried and said nothing.

I was PISSED and all for marching over there and telling them that they were welcome to share Grant’s fireworks, but they were not calling dibs on $100 worth of fireworks that they DID NOT BUY.

Of course I didn’t say anything.

But since everyone was telling me that I had to bring the kids for next years’ bash I told Bean in no uncertain terms that no one was going to treat MY kids that way and get a smile and no comment.

And the kicker for me – was when they left & made Grant give them high fives before they would leave.

I wanted to tell them where they could shove their high fives.