Kept the boy up waaaaaaaaaay past his bedtime to see the fireworks at Trum Field. He loved the band and the music, but had to be convinced to take his hands off his eyes when the streetlights went out. Then his little jaw hit the floor for the next 20 minutes. He was a bit scared of the finale, but he want to go again next year. As balsamicdragon says, once is a custom, twice is a tradition. I'm looking forward to our Somerville fireworks tradition.