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Last night, I put the babies down to sleep after hearing no fireworks displays. It was 9:30 p.m.

At 9:32 p.m. all the fireworks displays began.

I went back up there and listened at the door but couldn't hear them talking or freaking out or anything.

I opened it anyway.

There were my kids, cowering under the covers.

"Quick, mama, QUICK. Close the door. Get under the covers. The monster is coming."

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

So, I took them back out, and we watched the fireworks together, and I explained to them that it wasn't a monster.

This was the best plan of action, since today they were excited to see the fireworks again. We watched for a few minutes, then put them to bed because they are so sick, it's really ridiculous. They're exhausted, too.

This neighbor keeps doing finale after finale. I mean, I know you can only have one finale, but it sounds like WWIII out there. He does it, then waits, like, 15 minutes, then does another one.

I went up to check on the kids during this last particularly violent round.

They're conked out.

Amazing.

Oh...and the cutest thing they said today? (They have a head cold with runny nose)

"Mama, my moustache has a boo boo."