By the time mom got around to taking the picture, big sister had already brushed the black ashes from the "spot". The smell hit before they saw me and instantly everyone knew just what had happened. Fortunately I was smart enough to move before it burned skin. A new lesson I have learned full well! For you fellow Disney fans, mom says this brings a whole new meaning to "the smolder". BOL!!
Stop by tomorrow to read our Sunday Sermon - 2012 "Year of the Dog".