Bubbs has had a wood and cardboard built in the fireplace for weeks, and it was cold enough on Saturday to build a fire.
I made him promise he would be solely responsible for the boy while the fire was lit, since I had no desire to keep him wrangled while there was instant death roaring in the living room.
T did a good job standing back and admiring his Dada's handiwork.
We borrowed my mom's fireplace screen (she lives upstairs) since I still can't decide on a style I like.
It took a minute to get it going - but soon it was roaring.