Better late than?

Our toilet broke. That was the highlight of my week.

And while the plumber was there, talking about how children don't get to play with power tools these days... Clever Monkey noted his opening and started asking about the acetalyne torch.

Could he *touch* it?
Could he *help*?

As he nudged closer and closer to the fire, I said the first thing that came to mind...

"Don't touch the torch... playing with fire is the reason you don't have a big sister anymore..."

And the plumber burst out laughing. And said "Lady, you are very, very, bad.... I love it. The next time my grandkid tries something like that, I'm totally stealing that line."