I've thought of something...

and I wanted to remember it.

As I was preparing dinner last night I replaced a candle. I was cutting the wick down when Luke walks in and watches me. I smell the candle and place it back on the plate. Here is the following conversation:

Luke: "Whas dat?"

Me: "A candle."

Luke: "oh, a canle."

Luke looks up at the stove. I have a pan of boiling water. He steps on his stool looking up at the steam.

Luke: "isat?"

Me: "Yes, that's very hot. Don't touch."

Luke: "ok."