Last night, for the 24th, her tune had nearly completely changed.
She'd choose the next firework, hand it to Paul, and then come back to sit on my lap where she would tell us who the firework was dedicated to (me, Grandma, Grandpa, or Cecily herself). If it screamed, she'd say, "Oh! It's singing a song for you! I don't wike that song. It hurts my ears."
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