Subject: Fire is hot. For sure.
Date: 14 Jun 1996 00:00:00 GMT
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (MegEliz)
Organization: Gene Wolfe Library and Family Restaurant, East Wing
Newsgroups: alt.slack, alt.foot.fat-free
No doubt, somebody out there is going to say that I'm a bad mother.
That's okay, I'm not YOUR mother (with the possible exception of
Friday, who may or may not be my baby, depending on time control
concepts I haven't figgered out yet). I had a creative leap in
mothering the other day, and here's how it went.
Sparky has become fascinated with lighters, matches and fire tools in
general. A weekly barbecue just does not provide enough flames to
study and cherish, it seems. She has been very conscientious about
tracking all the flame sources in the house and telling me when I
forget to put them out of reach. So I started to get a tad nervous.
After a little conferencing we decided to let her have some "fire
experiments." My theory being that if she gained a little knowledge
and respect for the stuff, we might avoid any fun surprises like
toasted teddy bears.
For our first and final experiment we took down a box of Ohio Blue
Tips (courtesy of an anonymous felonious donor) and I showed her how
to light a match. She was gleeful and thoroughly attentive. Still, she
missed a small detail. When it was her turn, Sparky lit the match on
the third try, but held it pointed down and immediately freaked out
and started shrieking that the fire was HOT! I blew it out quickly
enough that she didn't get any sort of burn: fast action was
essential, because the surprise blew her mind to the point that she
didn't react by just DROPPING it. Stunned by the unpleasantness of the
whole adventure, she just kept talking, (actually, these days she
never stops talking), "I don't EVER want to do that again. I'm not
going to use matches EVER. Not even when I'm a grown-up. I don't want
to even LOOK at the lighter." Etc.
Too bad all lessons aren't that easy.
Possibly Pontifette Meg
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