I seem to remember a time when I set a kitchen towell on fire with a lighter while my Mother was napping. It sure wasn't the lighter that got its but whooped and my mother didn't sue Bic. I still remember that whooping. I certainly didn't play with lighters anymore.
It is sad what happened to her son, but a piece of metal isn't to blame or the people who manufactured it.
I like that. Hopefully I can guide my son and well as you are doing.What was interesting though, is after she said that once, she looked at me with a puzzled look and asked, "Dad, if they take our guns, how will you and Mommy keep me safe from bad guys?" (From the mouth of babes.)
