Those are strawberries on her face and shirt, not blood. And I couldn't tell if she loved or hated the fireworks - her expression didn't change. But Cohen for sure hated them. He shook like a leaf the whole time and kept saying 'Home, mom! Go home, mom!', But because this was our last year of being able to walk down the street to sit at Sugarhouse Park for their fireworks, we stayed. By the end Cohen decided to just cuddle with me , which never happens anymore (or ever did, really). I ate up every second of it.
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