tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068505476158624014.post4621295418252513735..comments2023-04-13T08:49:14.760-07:00Comments on Life with Birk: First Order of Business 2009: Set Your Kid On FireUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068505476158624014.post-37284365111765946202009-01-27T20:51:00.000-08:002009-01-27T20:51:00.000-08:00We always shook those things with such abandon--no...We always shook those things with such abandon--now I see sparklers in a whole new light (no pun intended).Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04392133124091575731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068505476158624014.post-55295891834159904832009-01-27T11:26:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:26:00.000-08:00Those sparklers look so innocent but alas, it's no...Those sparklers look so innocent but alas, it's not so. My hubby lost some hearing from a sparkler spark landing in his eardrum as a boy. Yikes!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068505476158624014.post-8309178422062365972009-01-26T12:47:00.000-08:002009-01-26T12:47:00.000-08:00Oh, the joys of sparklers. My husband loves to in...Oh, the joys of sparklers. My husband loves to inform me about the incredible high tempature those reach. To think- I used to have sparklers every fourth of july even as a very young child! <BR/><BR/>Glad that there were no burns!Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12652107321069740503noreply@blogger.com