I happily accepted an invitation to attend a July 4 barbie at Andrea's lovely home. The neighbourhood was filled with amateur firework artists including Paul, who ditched his little cap onto an adjoining roof, much to the chagrin of his hostess.
We had hot dogs. This appears to be a tradition. When one particularly large variety was labelled as a bun buster, my insouciant giggle marked me as a fan of innuendo in this new crowd.
The other kids didn't seem to think this label unfortunate in any way.