Y’all know how I feel about parents who bitch about their kids’ sleep times. So it will come as no surprise that the first thing I wanted to do after reading this post was step outside at exactly 1:45am and set off a series of bottle rockets. What if Michele’s 18 month old is forever fearful of wonderful, colorful fireworks because he didn’t experience his first real Fourth of July? Gotta start ‘em early, Michele.

Also, Kathleen - may I have a word? I’m not trying to be rude here, but it sounds like you should get out more. Maybe you and your cat both should (not necessarily together). I have a cat, and I’m betting she was freaked out by the fireworks, too. But I wouldn’t know, because I wasn’t home. Do you see where I’m going with this?

(submitted by Anonymous)