Induced Combustion

Lindsey Hawley (who will soon escape the frozen tundra of Alaksa and move in with Paula and I) burst into flame the other day, prompting reflection (and no small amount of laughter) on our part.

Our thoughts:

• We’re fortunate not to have a gas stove.
• We’re fortunate not to favor flammable sleepwear.
• We’re fortunate not to have large windows in our kitchen.
• We’re fortunate to have learned of Lindsey’s proclivities so early. New rule: Lindsey can’t cook coed. And we’ll start storing a spare robe next to the fire extinguisher.