Doug and I went out to my work holiday dinner out this last week. My boss has 2 boys and a girl, 7 and younger and has been really excited for us. In the middle of dinner he warned us about boys and fire...not from his own kids, but from the things he did. He told us stories about the time he poured gas on the side of the house and stood with the garden hose running to see what would happen. He told us about the time he and his friends started a fire in the woods and ran home to have his mom call the fire department when it got out of control! Then another co-worker piped up about getting kicked out of summer camp for playing with fire...every guy had done something horrifying with their friends. I looked at Doug...I won't rat him out on the worst story, but playing after school with a group of boys he had a one especially pyro buddy and they did small experiments together. But then one day when he didn't hang out with them they told him about what he missed: filling a super soaker water gun with gas and lighting the stream trying to make a flame shooter, which of course was a melted plastic fire bomb. Oh God I can hardly wait.
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