Yes, I know that's not a real word, but I really don't think there's a better way to describe Harrison at this point. We have greatly enjoyed cooking over our outdoor fire pits a lot lately. Harrison starts off so intrigued. He is right in the midst of gathering kindling, stacking logs, and even striking the matches.
But as soon as the flames start roaring and the heat makes your cheeks turn pink he is suddenly not so sure about it all.
With his arm tightly through his Dad's they get their hotdogs roasted, he gobbles them up, and is asking for another. I'm going to be happy that he has a healthy fear of the fire, at least for now...