PLAYING WITH FIRE

I sat on the couch with Eric on one side and a nice rolling fire coming out of our fireplace on the other side. It was -5' and brutally cold. We were watching a documentary together as a family and Lucy was sent to her room because she couldn't sit still and be quiet. My sniffer started noticing a smell distinctly different from the fire. I waited a bit and then realized I was smelling matches. I quickly got up, Eric thinking I was nuts, and walked through the house trying to find the smell. As I entered Lucy's room out of the corner of my eye I saw a little person dive under the bed. The smell was now extremely potent and I saw a small litter of matches lying on the carpet. We moved the bed to get Lucy out from under it and realized that she had gone through a whole box of matches. The damage was much smaller than it could've been - God was really watching over that little turkey! There was a burn in the carpet in front of her dresser and a pile of matches in my bathroom that had been lit. I left Eric to the discipline and explaining why this was not cool. Later Eric told me the reason she smelled so much like smoke on her person was that she held a match to her hair to see if it would burn. Lucy has some angel in heaven working overtime during her childhood years. Thank God!