Good kid, until he accidentally burns
your house down!
I'm not gonna lie, I've played with fire when I was a kid. Twice. But both times, I knew enough to do it in the open. Once by the river. Gravel, cement, nowhere near dry grass or anything like that. Second one(or first, I forget, I was young) is really funny.
We found a lighter or match or something, we decide to start a small fire with it, because we are bored. We put some junk together. I think it was a empty flower pot filled with paper or twigs or something. We take this to a local park, plant the thing in the sandbox, try to get the fire going.
This kindergarten kid approaches us, "hey, you aren't supposed to play with fire!". We give him some kind of smart-alec answer, start fire, got bored within minutes, then left.
Next morning, very first thing, the teacher asks for attention(more like yelled for attention) of our class. "Yesterday, a little boy was commended by the Fire Department for warning boys your age to stop playing with fire at a local park". I swear, my teacher made eye-contact with me. "Please don't be like these boys playing with fire", blah-blah-blah.
Me and my friends just looked at each other going "Awww 🤬 ". We never saw the kid again, and our teacher knew better than to ask us if it was indeed us.
