So I decided to start a fire tonight and burn a box of old personal papers that I didn't want to put in the trash. But, I couldn't get the fire to stop smoking. The girls only stayed with me for a few minutes until the smoke got in their faces. Makoa stayed with me through it all. I think he may be a fire fighter when he gets older, like his daddy. (Greg loves to go do perscribed burns in the forest.) Makoa was getting so close to the fire. It was fun while it lasted, though.
Can you see my smoke? It doesn't look that bad, but it burns when it gets in your eyes.
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