Too many fireworks.

"I think we got too many fireworks," Jen said. Sonya, Jen, James and I were all lighting stuff and tossing it into the street.

"Nonsense," I said, "you can't have too many fireworks."

But a half-hour later, when we were all half-devoured by mosquitos and all the kids had gone inside except for John (who was sitting in the driveway blearily saying "I like being outside in the dark.") and we still had a bag full of fireworks left? Yeah, we got too many.

"We'll put these up for Arbor Day," I said.