Him: Have you looked into any places to take the munchkins to see fireworks tomorrow night?
Me: ::blink, blink::
Him: Yes. I think they'd like it.
Me: This is your first 4th off in a while so, technically, you're new here. But me and fireworks? And crowds? Really? I was just planning on going with the usual "get kiddos in bed and pray they fall asleep before the loonies start shooting guns in the air and I spend the night in bed with a blanket and pillow over my head, reminding myself they're just stupid people with guns and fireworks, and not soldiers..."
Him: Well, that works too.
It's a weird day when my childhood war trauma trumps his PTSD.
*Not the actual actual conversation, but it reads a lot better than my real answer of "Are you effing kidding me?!"