The automatic “lighter” on our stove has not been working for the biggest flame lately, creating a rather hazardous situation. Ricki, seeing that the stove was not lighting, on occasion left the gas on by mistake. As a result, I have had to be extra vigilant about being “on hand” when Ricki lights the stove. So it comes as no surprise that the other day I caught Ricki trying to light the stove with matches. I warned her that this is a new skill, and a potentially hazardous one, so she must call me when she uses the stove.
The next day I found her practicing the igniting of matches in the living room. She actually did a good job lighting them. I guess she must have some Yankee genes there (“Independence or Death!”)! I reviewed with her the dangers, and what to do if her clothing would catch fire. And I am keeping an eye on her, meanwhile.
AND I have called the repairman to hopefully fix the automatic lighter, QUICK!