I woke up early and said to the boy, "Hey, how are you this morning, what cha' doing on the computer?" He said, "I'm busy, I'm learning how to make my own fireworks."
Naturally, I exploded, because he refused to listen to reason. I'm gonna have to go all commando on the boy and scare him straight by showing him pictures of people who at one time also enjoyed working with explosives at munitions, and firework assembly plants. It's a true tale of pyrotechnics gone bad, we call these people with missing limbs Zombies. (Can't the boy just be satisfied with the thrill and excitement of playing catch with lawn darts?) In the meantime, I'm locating, then hiding the matches