“Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn."

C.S. Lewis

Apparently not me.

Stephen and I have been building fires nightly, and I love it! That's how he's persuaded me to hang out at his house most every night. "If we hang out at my house tonight, I'll build you a fire." "Ohhh, ok, but only because of the fire!" Or so, that's how I remember it in my head.

A fire warms up the house (not just literally). It brings in a smell like no other, and I can get lost in a trance just starring at the flames. I enjoy ~~playing~~ helping by poking the fire along. I apparently don't know how to use the poker correctly, and that sometimes gets me in trouble. For instance, the other night I was poking away and got burned on my finger. No big deal except emotions came rushing back.

Remember when I said I don't learn from experience? Well, I was apparently mesmerized by fire as a small tot, too. My parent's had one of those wood burning stoves set in our fireplace. They would build fires, and Mom would set a bowl of burning potpourri on top. She would occasionally come by and stir which made it even more intriguing. Being the nosey little thing I am, I wanted to have a look! I ~~think~~ did ask for help, but before she could help me I laid my hands right down on the stove top. Ouch. Did I mention this was on Thanksgiving day? Perfect timing, huh? Right when everyone was about to show up for a nice helping of Thanksgivingness, we had to rush off the emergency room. A few weeks in creams and bandages, and I was as good as new.

Don't you love our matching kittens flossing sweatshirts???

Moral of the story: watch yourself and others around fires! Simple as that.

{I also really just wanted to show off our cool sweatshirts- did you see them? They have kittens and mice flossing and brushing their teeth. How 1990 is that?}