I'd be happy to scrape candle wax off my table for a few weeks if it means I get to light my chandelier on fire. Bring it!
Oh how I wish my brother's army men had had wicks when I was a kid!
Hiding gnomes and real fire? This is the kind of game I can really get into!
Building a fire in the middle of the living room isn't "safe" or "advised" so we'll have to make do.
I'll never really outgrow the desire to be a giant industrial machine capable of dousing giant fires. Gimme!
One does not deviate from the schedule. I don't care if you don't smoke, the candle says it's smoking time!