Fireworks and balloons

I spent the Fourth in Joliet, Illinois, with my dad's side of the family, and watched my two young warmongering cousins have a water balloon fight. Well, sort of. Nolan's soaked clothing was a result of self-infliction, and Chase spent most of the time sucking or squeezing the water out of the balloons. War has changed. They've got a self-tying balloon nozzle that connects to the garden hose. I wish it existed when I was a kid. (Hover over images for captions)