Matches

A few days ago my son found a box of matches. He took them to his room and lit one. Thankfully, he burned the tip of his finger before he could set his bed on fire, and blew the match out. I went downstairs to switch the laundry and smelled the lit match. Instantly I hollered for Morgan. I knew that of my 6 kids, he was the only one who would have actually lit the matches instead of giving them to me. We had a good talk about what would happen if he were to set his clothes or his bed or whatever else on fire. Hopefully some part of that lesson got in his head. I am afraid that he is going to have to learn everything the hard way in his life. In the mean time he is dealing with a very small burn on the tip of his finger and a huge grounding.