And so the match was lit.....

...... when it landed on my arm.  My SBJ was attempting to light a candle and wasn't doing well.  I don't think he's ever really lit a candle by himself.  Grant you he is an adult now, but candles have never been his thing.  When he was in pre-school, two of his classmates (brothers) were killed when their house burned down one night.  I remember the note the school sent home and how I wanted to hold my baby forever after seeing that sad look on his face.  The teachers had limited the information they shared with the students, but they did know that fire was involved.  From that day forward, SBJ never liked it when I lit candles.

And of course I'm a candle freak....have had candle parties, have gone to my friends' candle parties, bought candles for the seasons, etc. The candle in question was a recent Christmas gift from my mom....the Food Network Gingerbread candles from Kohl's Department Store.  I love gingerbread and the candles come in cute little Mason jars that you can reuse when the candle is done.

So SBJ was trying to light the candle and holding the jar straight up.  His hands are so huge, he took so much time getting the match lit and then down to the wick, that the match burned down too close to his fingers and he yelped in pain and just tossed the match.  Which landed on my (thankfully) sweater-covered arm.  A lit match.  So I start yelling and SBJ is swatting at the match to put it out....hard.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a bruise on that arm.  I said, "What the heck are you doing?"  And of course he went into pout mode to show me where his finger was singed.  My poor baby.

I then showed him how to tilt the candle jar to properly light it when the wick is down too far.  I reminded him that if he wanted to do me in, remember that I'm not the Scarecrow.  Water works much better when trying to melt a witch.