We ate lunch with my family at one of those Japanese hibachi grills. When the chef did tricks in the beginning and made the huge fireball on the grill, Lyla vigorously shook her head and scowled and said "No no no no no!"
She had the same reaction when the smoke started pouring out of the onion volcano. "No no no no no!" She didn't cry; she just strongly disapproved of it all.
We haven't taught Lyla about the dangers of fire. She doesn't know not to play with matches, and she doesn't know to stop, drop, and roll. I think her reaction today was evidence that in our collective unconscious we are programmed to be wary of fire.
Well, except for you pyromaniacs, but frankly it's a wonder you're even alive. Most of the pyromaniac cavemen got themselves killed before they were able to impregnate anyone. I can't imagine that "love of fire" is a trait that would survive generation after generation.
So Lyla's reaction today was simply her way of saying "You're going to kill us all, idiot."
No sweetheart, the sodium and cholesterol are going to kill us all.
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