Turns out we have a budding pyromaniac on our hands. Or at least someone who appreciates a good burn. Greta helped me build a fire last week at camp. We bundled up newspapers, placed small twigs on top, then built a teepee out of larger sticks. Once it was roaring, she really enjoyed throwing sticks and leaves on top, then watching them conflagrate. Monday night, as I tucked her in, she asked if we could build a fire in New Jersey sometime. I told her we would just drive through Newark after dark instead.
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