Sometimes you can choose your own adventure. Sometimes those adventures just land on your doorstep -- or your driveway.
Let's work backwards. My daughter walked in the house one evening and announced calmly, with only a hint of a sheepish grin, "Mom, I owe you a new citronella candle." What?! My cute blue bucket with polka dots, filled with citronella wax, recently purchased at Target to ward off nasty mosquitoes when I want to be outside? How could it already be used up?
It was Independence Day, July 4th, the one day out of the year that kids of all ages in the U.S. are encouraged to watch fireworks and even play with some of their own. My teenage daughter had a few friends over to do sparklers. As they finished with each sparkler, they looked for a safe place to put it. "Oh, let's put them in here! We can set the bucket on the driveway, away from trees and grass and other things that burn." These honor students (yes, talented and gifted students with outrageously high ACT scores) forgot one thing: candle wax is flammable.
Scene 1: Still-hot sparklers act as wicks, starting the bucket of wax on fire.
Scene 2: Husband runs in house for fire extinguisher. La Petite shouts, "No, dad, wait! I want to take a picture!"
Scene 3: After she takes her picture, he puts out the fire. (Note: he didn't stop for shoes.)
Parenting: it's not just a job, it's an adventure.
(Thanks to La Petite for the photos -- and the memories.)
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Labels: family life, holidays