Last night after dinner my husband disappeared, as did my little Peach. For a while I was content just to have quiet, since the boys were upstairs. But, after a while I started to wonder where they disappeared to. It only took one step out the door to smell the fire. But, they were not at the fire pit. Strange.
Well, my pyro maniac husband created a new fire pit. Now we have two. Just like the rich and famous -- with two fireplaces. Only ours are in the backyard.
There they are, father and daughter, down by the creek. The water rushing by in one ear and the fire popping in the other.