Max and the Fire
Pyromaniac me decided to build a fire.
My older grandchildren were all for it. Helping me drag limbs.
My four and a half year old grandson Max ran in to "tell on me".
He was really mad, and semi sure that Grandpa would stop me.
Ah, little boy, I guess you did not get the memo.
I can do what I want here.
Grandpa thought it was hilarious.
He had to stop Max from dialing the phone to call the fire department.
Max kept yelling "Call 911! Call the fire department."
Great bonding experience for him and grandpa, who was
Thrilled to keep him safe, on his knee, eating crackers,
Talking about how crazy grandma is.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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