Sunday, February 15, 2009

Playing With Fire

"Let me stand next to your fire"

What is it about males and fire? We are just attracted to it. It must be encoded into our DNA. Men always congregate about the grill at a BBQ. The man with the spatula is the alpha male. Men stare with gaping mouths at fireworks. Men love bonfires and campfires. Any opportunity to light on or place something in a fire, is taken. Really. How else do you explain roasting marshmallows?

I was burning some kindling (sticks and branches that had fallen over the lawn during this past winter) in the chiminea, when after 5 mins the boys had bundled themselves up and come out of the house to join in. They had just pooh poohed my suggest that they get outside and get some fresh air. They had stated that they were happy playing a board game in the den. But light a fire, and they will come. This usually attracts some of the other neighborhood lads, but not on this particular occasion. The boys volunteered to gather more sticks and logs from the lawn (bonus for me, I put them to work). Inevitably, they asked to roast marshmallows. Sure. Why not?

If you light it. They will come.

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