Almost every morning in the winter I wake up and shuffle out side and bring in a load of wood. I crumple up a bunch of paper and shove it into the wood stove, pile some kindling on top and proceed to get the fire started. This year I have had an interested little boy looking over my shoulder and often sitting beside me offering to help. But, as it is fire I gracefully decline his offers and tell to “keep away” and “not to touch.” Rather dissapointed he will often shrug his little shoulders and shuffle off with his head down to find something else to do.
Yesterday we had some friends over for dinner. They have five children also so we decided the best thing would be to grill up some hamburgers and hotdogs. Paul went out onto the deck to fire up the grill and found this:
Maybe he got cold one day and thought he could warm things up out there, or maybe he had a hankering for a hotdog and mom just wasn’t getting it. I have a feeling I better keep the matches hidden for a looooong time! 🙂