It was inevitable.
His father is a pyromaniac. His uncles are all pyromaniacs. His cousins, his grandfathers, his friends...all pyromaniacs!
This past week we attended a Christmas bonfire with our church group and it wasn't long before MY child was lofting, heaving, throwing, kicking and shooting branches of trees, twigs of creosote bushes, dirty paper plates, napkins, plastic cups and all kinds of flammable (and occasionally inflammable) items into the heart of the bonfire.
He was tireless.
I digress for a moment to inform you that Bud has a little girlfriend. They are inseparable. They go everywhere together, they share candy, they are a little dating pair and if you didn't know they were only five years old, you'd think they were a legit little couple.
Well, this little girl was there and they were flirting...until the bonfire was ignited (thanks to some well-placed Boy Scout Liquid Tinder). It took Bud about 0.7 seconds to dump the chick and loft his first stick into the licking flames.
I am a proud papa.
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