It's been a fun weekend celebrating the independence of our country. I learned that my 10-year-old is one of those people who didn't know the country we declared independence from. He vacillated between Germany and China. I tried prompting him about Paul Revere's famous -- though not necessarily historically accurate -- warning cry, but that didn't ring any bells. He now knows that we declared independence from Great Britain. Looks like we're due for an extensive American history lesson in our household, which could be fun.
D'Angelo and I drove downtown late last night to watch the annual fireworks display. We drove through one of the parking garages and managed to find a parking spot way at the very top of the building. It seemed like a perfect spot to watch. Unfortunately, there was a building blocking part of our view. We eventually found a spot that allowed us to see most of the show, which was a good one.