"I won't carry them mom!"

Last night after packing all of our camp necessities (sleeping bag, deodorant, plenty of clothes we can bring home to mom filthy) Austin asked if he could use the last two fireworks I'd let him buy a few weeks ago. They were the small "fountain" style, pretty harmless so I thought, for his first fireworks beyond sparklers. His next words are were too cute and ones you wouldn't naturally want to hear about fireworks. "Mom, I won't carry them, I promise!" He felt the need to tell me this because of an incident we'd had last week. His dad had pealed the paper back and handed him the firework. He laid it on the ground, lit it and nothing. He picked it up and started carrying it to us because he thought it was a dud. We started yelling at the same time he discovered...it wasn't a dud. He threw the firework, thankfully missing anything in its path and hopefully learning a valuable lesson. Thence the reason he asks first then promises next,"Mom, I work carry them!"