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| My husband and I had a fire roaring in the fireplace last night, and started it up again this morning. it is still Sputtering now, as I have kept it stoked throughout the day, with a wee little bit of help from my nine year old grandson, who just may have a tendency toward Pyromania...just saying. He has shared that when his dad took him camping several months ago, he was in charge of building/maintaining the fire. Now, that in itself wasn't anything to worry about. The worriesome part was that when I was over at his house, and his mom shared this story, my grandson made a few comments about wanting to go outside, in the yard and start fires. I looked on their kitchen table, and plain as day, there sat one of those really Big bic lighters. I said to my daughter, "Umm...maybe you should put that away somewhere out of his reach!" Daughter, "Why??" Good heavens. Fast forward to this morning. I have the fire going, my grandson (I am discreetly watching him), notices that the fire is burning down. he proceeds to pick up the fire tongs and attempt to grab another log to toss in the fireplace! He can barely lift the log, so I saw a fiery disaster headed our way. Me ~ "Umm....what are you doing?!" Him ~ "Making the fire Bigger!" Me ~ "Let me help you." Daughter ~ "He can do it!!" Me ~ "I think we will practice a little hand~over~ hand!" After I explicitly showed him how, and under very close supervision, he helped me keep the fire going All day. So What, if it was 60 degrees outside! I Fail to see your point. |