Firestarter.

Recently, I stayed at the bus stop for a little longer than usual after Marley had already hopped on her yellow ride and left for kindergarten.  It was after my failed write-in campaign, and another mom and I were pontificating and gesticulating with so much fervor you'd think I had just run for the U.S. Senate.

And because we were so distracted, we didn't notice that Rudy had been underfoot gathering oak tassels and piling them into a mound of tinder.  She had been working with two sticks for who knows how long before I looked down and realized that my three-year-old was trying to start a fire.  Fortunately, we were able to capture her budding pyromania before she got too self-conscious.  It may be that she's seen Bugs Bunny or Elmer Fudd get a fire going at some point, but I can't be certain.

What I'm saying is, I am not entirely surprised, and, I have no idea where she learned this.