Ethan has officially been introduced to glow sticks! I found a stock pile of them last weekend in my workshop. They were saved from when I was a wildland firefighter and I carried a handful in my line gear for night operations. But those days have passed and they’ve collected dust for the last 7 years. This evening I decided to pull my pile of glow sticks to show Ethan the joy they can bring. Game on.
I asked Ethan to turn off all the lights in the front room and come sit with me on the couch. He was a little confused with what we were doing, but I assured him that this would be fun. Come on now, this is your Dad talking. I tore open the package, cracked it, and shook. Nothing. Hmmm. I shook a little harder and nothing. “Dad, why are you shaking that?” This wasn’t a good start. No worries. We had a bag of these babies. I grabbed the second one and repeated the same procedure as the first. Same results. Oh boy. Two down. Then three, four, and five. You have got to be kidding. I was losing face in front of my son. I needed one to work. He was losing interest as a three year old would. I grabbed number six, crack, and shack. Dud!
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