So my eldest dear child, went off to camp with the youth group from our church. Sunday morning I was woken by my cell phone. I had a picture message from afore mention eldest child. I open it up ad see this...
Now imagine this in tiny cell phone size accompanied by foggy morning brain..
I looked.. I focused... I FINALLY realized what it was..
Now trying to sit up right and focus, knocking over bedside table and nearly smothering the dog with the pillow. I text Connor back...
*m - uh Connor, what happened to your shoe?
A moment later the phone rang. After getting soaking wet, my dear son apparently (who is quite smart I swear.. I've seen his report cards) decided that he wanted to accelerate the drying process of his soaking wet shoes. So he figured the closer he placed them to the fire, the faster they would dry.
They caught on fire.. (who would have seen THAT coming? .. you can all put your hands down)
So I tell him that I was happy his foot wasn't in it, and I had gotten him school shoes this weekend so all was good. To which he replied..
" So then can I just burn them the rest of the way??"