Tonight, my son and I built a fire. Well, I built, he watched, and then he burned random stuff in it while we roasted marshmallows.
It was fun teaching him how (and why) to stack sticks just so, and we talked about all kinds of firey stuff like when the coals were ready, why you can't roast a good marshmallow in a flame, and why green grass curls up instead of burning.
It's fun to watch him explore and learn about natural forces. It's also fun to make torches out of marshmallows until they get so soft that they drop into the fire and become pulsing brain-like orbs. Ew.
We're both very dirty now. It was a good night.