I am dragging out the spooky decor this afternoon. We've had cooler weather, and we've had a few pots of soup.
We've also had strep and a stomach virus. So far, only the boy has been sick. I am praying like a saint that Dan/Daddy and I stay puke-free.
But I still love October.
One of my favorite Fall things is a fire... fire pits, Halloween cookouts, s'mores, and warm cozy fires in the fireplace. I even enjoy grilling out more when it's cool outside.
Apparently, the love of a good fire is genetic.
It's passed down from one generation to the next like blue eyes or dimples.
I was picking up some clutter last week, and I reached to put a ruler back into the junk drawer.
That's when I saw it.
Look very closely. You may have to click on the picture to see it best.
It's a freebie ruler... It's a little beat up and colored on. It probably came from a preschool visit to the fire department.
It says, "Smokey's Friends Don't Play With Matches."
It's what's penciled in underneath that makes me worry. Can you see it?
"Then I am not Smokey's friend."
I'm not sure when my little pyromaniac wrote it. The handwriting looks a little shaky. He probably wrote it a few years ago.
He may have written it the day the firemen gave it to him.
I am so proud.
Happy October and happy fire building, friends.
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