My kids just had a five minute argument over who set the garbage can on fire.

I was on my computer listening to Ben Lee’s Numb. Bri was hanging out with me looking over my shoulder, when from out in the hallway I heard Jake say, “Uh mom, the garbage can’s on fire.”

What!? He said it in such a calm way that I didn’t react for a couple of seconds as my mind tried to process the information. Then I went to the kitchen and sure enough, large flames were curling out of the garbage can! I grabbed the garbage can. Jake asked me where the fire extinguisher was but my first instinct was to pour water into it from the sink. It was too large to fit in the sink. So, I ran it to the bathtub and turned on the water. It was literally 30 seconds away from burning a hole through the bottom.

I told Jake that the next time something was on fire he should probably yell. I figure that won’t be too far in the future after all Will is a budding pyromaniac.

I asked my kids which of them decided to char the hamburger buns and transfer them to the garbage can. No one expressed any desire for black buns covered in plastic wrap so I asked Will if he set the garbage can on fire. He sang, “I am like a star shining brightly.”

I’m going to take that as a yes . . . but, Bri remains convinced it was Jake.