My little pyro

Today I came into the living room to find Jeff with a mischievous smile on his face. He proceeded to show me the match he had in his hand (it was a strike-on-box type, they don't' sell "real" matches in New Jersey for fear all the green wet stuff will catch on fire). He took his match, ran over to the tree and held it to a Christmas light. I think he was a little disappointed when it didn't ignite. I was so proud. He got a little bit of his mom's blood. It took me back to the good 'ol days as a firefighter when we would use drip torches (diesel-gas mix in a can) to start fires that were prescribed. Ah... good memories.