George raises the bar

We inaugurated the grill with a little BBQ birthday celebration for Mr. B. It was wonderful to meet so many of Mr. B.'s coworkers from the past several years. (They all seem so normal!)

Well, there's never a BBQ without a side of pyrotechnics. Not one but four dead Christmas trees went up in flames and turned night into day. (Side note: 1-year-old trees explode better than 2-year-old trees.)

But George set the bar pretty high for backyard fire fun tonight by dodging roman candles that he asked his son to shoot at him. With all the little boys standing there watching in awe. With zero alcohol involved.