oooooo aaaaaahhhh, little one

My high opinion of children has been restored, folks. It's a glorious thing.

Lindsey, Jess, & I walked down to Bryant Park to watch the end-o-festival fireworks. Unfortunately, they weren't so great... at all. But sitting right next to us was a dad and two of his kids. One of those kids was a toddler, 2-3 years old. According to dad, he didn't know how to oooo-aaaahh... and the little one was much more interested in watching three very enthusiastic young women be completely goofy. So, we set out to turn this wee one into a oooo-aaahhhing aficionado.

"Look, look!" We would exclaim. He'd follow our fingers just in time to see a firework errupt. We three would I all "ooooo" then "aaaahh." The first few times he'd look back at us like we were insane or a couple fries short of his happy meal, but we persevered....

And quite randomly our little buddy shouted out (and nevermind that there wasn't a firework in the sky at that moment), "ooooooooooo" Jess, Linds, and errupted in cheers. The dad about died laughing at us. (nevermind the lack of timing, we worked on that)

By the time the show was over we had an ooo-ahhhing expert on our hands. It was amazing. I'm so proud.

Taking pictures of fireworks is difficult. Not sure if any of mine shall turn out.