When we were living in Spain, Roger and I had the genius idea to bring our 3.5 month old baby to Las Fallas (a week long firework battle royale) in Valencia. As the concert of gun powder commenced, I began screaming at any person within 3 feet of our stroller, "Get out of my way! I have a baby!" Running through the old city streets, I felt as if we were living during WW2 and running for our lives, just barely escaping the bombs raining down overhead.
Thankfully, with Roger's puffer vest, the Munch survived with her hearing fully intact.