Ken and Carol's son, Jeremy, showed us all how to milk a goat. We didn't get to drink the milk, though, because at the very end the goat stepped in the bucket. Darn.
Will had such a rich, full day that he didn't make it to the end of their lane (or the end of his cookie) before he fell asleep.
All the big fireworks shows were rained out, but later we had our own front yard amateur display: giant sparklers, little spinners, and shooting tanks.The front walk looked like a lilliputian war zone when we were done. We celebrated the truce with old fashioned rootbeer floats on the front porch.