Ah, the Fourth of July. We celebrate our freedom. We eat hot dogs and hamburgers and watch fireworks displays. If we’re lucky, some of us go to the beach or the lake or a pool, and we visit with our friends and family and neighbors, and we soak up what it means to be an American.
Unless you’re a certain brand of mother, who lives in a certain kind of neighborhood, who has kids with certain expectations.
Okay, so let’s get more specific- if you’re me.
