Mason is into fire today (yesterday it was ice: homemade snow cones). He's asked me to light all the candles he can find. Including the sparkly birthday candles...request denied. While watching one candle, he marveled at how the "wax vapors burn and incinerate dust particles and disperse into the air," then, when the flame flickered, exclaimed, "Ooh, look! It's all blowy!"
After it was blown out, I warned him not to touch it, which he immediately did. "It's not hot, Mom. It's just warm and cozy. Not like 'dryer cozy', but cozy like being wrapped up in lots of thick blankets on a hot summer day."
Oh, well good. As long as it's not hot.
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So much to love about this. So very much.
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