After a difficult year of loss and change, barely squeaking through the seventh grade, the kid needed a celebration:
We even let her play with matches. What teenager doesn't like to light stuff on fire?
Get a grip will ya, we were simply having dessert. No need to call DCF just because we let the kid finish making the peach flambe.*
*No minors were served alcohol in the process,
which was a real bummer to the minor.
