Firecrackers....or cookies!

Olena has the hearing of the hawk, because this girl will hear a fly coming around the block! Anyhow, the other night she would not go to sleep, she kept telling me she was "scurred" of the firecookies. What the heck? I was so aggravated because I had no clue what she was talking about. After about 10 minutes of arguing with her, she finally told me to open the front door so I did and she said "see....listen" so I stopped and listened and sure enough, probably somewhere in the next city - there were fireWORKS! I said you are scared of THOSE fireworks!
"Yes mummy - the firecookies"!

Good grief!

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