Max: Happy July 4th, Mom.Me: Happy July 4th to you too, baby.
Max: So what are we going to do today?
Me: Well, I hope it the sun comes out so we can go to the pool. We could also go to our neighborhood parade.
Max: Would we have to change out of our pajamas? (My thoughts exactly. He is so my child.)
Me: Yes, I think we would. But the parade is fun.
Max: Do we always go?
Me: Yes, I can show you pictures of every year.
So I go to the computer and pull up 2002, where this sweet little photo was taken.
We scroll through photos and he reminds me of how young I was in 2002 (Gee, thanks Max) and asks why he was sleeping at the parade (because that is what babies do) and then remarks that he was also really young in 2002 because he didn't even have hair yet.
Then I asked him what he thought 4th of July means. "It means independence, Mom. You know, like freedom. And we can thank God and the soldiers for that."
Couldn't have said it better myself. Happy 4th, friends!
