We almost missed the fireworks tonight. My youngest managed to jump off a low wall, land on a rake and make a rather deep puncture in his foot, this afternoon. At first he said it was too sore to go, then after being in bed for 10 minutes he decided that he would be able to hop there. It ended up with Peter carrying him on his back. What a pair they made. Peter with his black yukky finger and our youngest hopping about showing everyone that would look the hole in his foot. Got a couple of snaps with my new camera, the second is a bit wild.