When I was about 10, my dad asked me to light the fireplace. No big deal, I did that all the time at that point. I sat cross legged in front of the fireplace and struck the match like always. I was instantly reminded of the fact that I was wearing these really fuzzy wool plaid pajama pants as I was pretty instantly on fire when a stray spark hut them. All of that “stop drop and roll” training went out the window as I went into a complete panic and started to run. My dad had to tackle me and rip the pants off of me as I was still freaking out.
When I was about 10, my dad asked me to light the fireplace. No big deal, I did that all the time at that point. I sat cross legged in front of the fireplace and struck the match like always. I was instantly reminded of the fact that I was wearing these really fuzzy wool plaid pajama pants as I was pretty instantly on fire when a stray spark hut them. All of that “stop drop and roll” training went out the window as I went into a complete panic and started to run. My dad had to tackle me and rip the pants off of me as I was still freaking out.
Great dad work! 100%
It was crazy. I never have worn pants like that again lol.
I’m not surprised; I’m glad that you are able to ‘lol’ about it now.
Getting stopped, dropped and de-panted is either a great or a terrible evening. There is no in-between