Tonight’s big event Indoor Marshmallow Roasting. 

Mack called my cell while I was grocery shopping- “Dad, we need marshmallows- don’t ask questions just get them and hurry home” click (dial tone).  Thinking Connie needed marshmallows to plug a sucking chest wound I grabbed them and sped home well beyond the posted speed limit. 

When I crashed through the front door I found out that Mack had worked a deal to roast some marshmallows after dinner.  Since it is too cold to do it outside their plan was to juice up the old fire place and roast them in our living room. 

I’ve seen the children roast  these damn things before.  Inevitably they catch them on fire and then dance around with reckless abandon like a couple of cannibals in the midst of a ritualistic beheading. 

I don’t think the odds are in our favor of surviving this adventure without the aid of a fire extinguisher and a motivated group of firemen.