I sure am glad that we locked the stove and hid all of the matches a long time ago. Mom has been scrounging around in the trash and coming to me with different items, begging to set them on fire before "he" gets home. I don't know who "he" is or why he likes burned trash. And, I'm okay with that.
On another note, Mom just announced that she thinks that today should be cancelled. Finally, an idea of hers that I can stand solidly behind.