Pyromaniacs

I learned yesterday that all my 5th graders are pyromaniacs... at least in their thoughts.  We played the story dice game (something I picked up on my jaunt over to Ireland last spring) as a class.  Each person got to roll two of the dice and tried to string together a story from the pictures on the dice.  We made, oh, about three or four stories and every single one of them involved some sort of fire in the dead of night.  Hmm.  Maybe our closet starting on fire wasn't such a far-fetched idea after all!