The other night, I goofed. I left the box of matches on the dining room table after lighting some candles for dinner.
After dinner and videos, A ran out into the living room. Luckily M wasn't too far behind him. Still, A had a match out and was trying to "get the fire out" of the striking strip. We had the "you can't use matches until you're six" discussion (again). We practiced with the box, and A brought the matches to us while we were having a discussion -- so maybe the next time he'll bring them to us.
But it's probably better if there isn't a next time. So, to all those folks we visit hide the matches! (and the lighters).
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