After spending the better part of an hour sitting on my front steps, watching my daughter meticulously covering the same small area with sidewalk chalk, again and again, I suddenly deduced the origins of fire.
Adult: Quit that kid, you’re getting on my nerves!
Kid (putting sticks down): Okay.
(Later)
Adult: If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Don’t play with the sticks!
Kid (putting sticks down): Okay.
(Later)
Adult: Can you pleaase stop that awful squeaking noise? It’s been a hot day and I’m very thirsty and you’re really getting on my nerves!
Kid: What?
Adult: Put. The sticks. Down.
Kid (putting sticks down): Okay.
(Later)
Adult: This is the last time I’m going to tell you —
(Stick bursts into flame)
Kid (waving stick about): Lookit my new toy!
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Kristin Ann King 