A Torch!?

Mason just called me at work, and I think it's worthy of a blog post. Here's how the conversation went:

Mason: Hi, mom. Remember when Marcus did that experiment at Grammy's? He had...(at this point I'm only half listening because Mason often calls me at work and rambles on until I tell him I have to get back to work. I thought that's how this conversation was shaping up)...ice, tin foil and a torch...
Me: WHAT?
Mason: You know - ice, tin foil and a torch. I have all of those things laid out, but I can't remember what other things I need.
Me: A Torch?! Where's Grandma??!!
Mason: Putting the baby to sleep in his crib.
Grandma: I'm here, I'm here. The torch doesn't work, and he's trying to talk me in to giving him the one that's up on the shelf (that would be Blake's heavy duty shop torch!). Don't worry - everything's under control.

Under control - with Mason in the picture - yeah right! Life at the Baysinger house - never dull.