Poor kid. His face swelled up like a marshmallow in a microwave.
The parents. I think their feet hurt . . . but look! Still smiling.
Instead of throwing rice we waved sparklers. My biggest concern was that Em's hair might catch fire. A girl needs a lot of product on her wedding day, you know. Fortunately she must have planned ahead and applied some type of flame retardant. She's smart like that.
The car.
And then it was all over and we cleaned up and cleaned up and cleaned up for a long time.
It was so sad.
And a little bit funny.
But mostly sad.
I swear I only laughed a little bit.
And then I scrounged up some Benadryl for him.
He thinks he's too big for me to hug, or I totally would have. This picture still makes me want to hug him.
The end.