On the fourth, against our better judgment, we took our kids to the ball game, which was followed by fireworks. It was OK. We were right behind the home dugout, and a ball that the players were throwing around before the start of an inning flew over the wall and under our seat. Sam got it. Caroline had found a new friend and had stolen the Dad’s s seat to sit with the family. When she got back and realized she had missed a ball opportunity, she was hysterical. That combined with the total sensory overload (and this was BEFORE the fireworks) produced a total meltdown.… Read the rest