whats fun is having a piece of molten metal burn through your tennis shoe and get between your toes.
A 6-year old nephew was toasting a marshmallow over a campfire and of course lit it on fire. He shook the stick and the marshmallow flipped off into the grass just as his grandmother was walking by - bare foot meets flaming marshmallow - burning-sticky-goo squished up between her toes.
Grandma let the kid live. I always figured that was dang gracious of her.
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense. Robert Frost
