Oohs and aahs

I took Nicholas to the biggest fireworks display in Illinois last night. It was two hours past his bedtime, so he was wound up. He bounced from person to person at the park where we were sitting. And when I say bounced, I mean it. He jumped on his grandpa’s chest several times. He was bucked off his back during a bronco ride. He latched onto the leg of my cousin’s friend and wouldn’t let go. He wrapped his arms around his uncle’s neck and tried to pull him over.
Then the fireworks started. Here’s his reaction.