|This guy became an Olympian|
|View from under the bed|
Ironically, Aquaman was not present at the time when his brother most needed a master of the seven seas (Some of you are trying to tie this back into bed-wetting aren't you?) He lit it, and sure enough it produced a nice blue flame as the alcohol in it burned off. It was during one of his ballet style swings of his arm that Ace got his first lesson in the expansion of things when they are heated, and unfortunately the top of the roll-on deodorant expanded faster than the ball, which allowed it to tumble out of it's receptacle onto the floor.
To paint a clearer picture, think of twin 16 year olds, gawking at a flaming ball of alcohol rolling around on a hardwood floor. Do you know what is worse than one flaming ball of alcohol rolling around on a hardwood floor? The answer is, many pieces of a flaming ball scattered around the floor, which is exactly what Ace ended up with, after he instinctively tried to stomp out the ball, and it shattered. I'm told that the ones under the bed were the prettiest, but there is a minority who enjoyed the ones that shot under the curtains. With a room full of flaming bits, the only thing preventing my brother from being a bed-wetter at that particular moment was .... location.
|An approximation of the long hallway|
|What Ace should have gotten|
|What Ace did get|
This story has a great ending already, wouldn't you agree? That's not how it did end though. My mother was a stay at home Mom, with a little time on her hands, excellent writing skills and with a mission to save other Mother's kids. Ace should not have been shocked, when a week later, she told him how she had written the Brut company a scathing letter, outlining our experience, and chiding them for not including a warning on the roll-on about direct exposure to sunlight. I wonder how the cake tasted then. It was a few months later, when we noticed an actual warning label appear on that product. We will never know if that was the direct result of my sister missing the bonfire, or not. Feel free to share this story, after all, it's an Urban Legend now.