That little yellow bottle

 Well a good place to start would be when I was getting settled in my new room. I remember the room well, mainly because it was where me and Kit hung out when we were kids. I glanced in the closet and it was still there Fizz+Kit= BFF. Corny I know but we were 9, then I began to remember all we use to do in there. Then I glanced toward the foot rug, it couldn't be I thought. I pulled it back and it was. The big black mark on the floor, I laughed and ran my hand over it. I remember we were out of milk and we began to think of what we could substitute it with. Then we ran out on the porch and looked, we both saw the yellow bottle by the grill. It had a flame on it so we thought it was suitable for cooking. So we pored it into the mix, it smelled awful and then we popped it into the easy bake oven. Two minutes later a game of go fish was interrupted by a blaze. We through down the cards and ran out. FIRE we yelled then we heard an oh shit and Kits dad put it out. What the hell were you two doing he asked. Well we didn't have milk so we used the stuff by the grill we explained, it all made perfect sense to us. He put his hand over his face and shook his head and just sat down in his chair and turned on the game. We went in her room again and but the smell quickly chased us out. Then we discovered kits favorite barbie doll was burned to. I wonder why we didn't get easy bake ovens for the holiday's we asked. We learned a very important lesson that day Lighter fluid doesn't substitute milk.