I am in the middle of writing a post about the many uses of moonshine in an apocalyptic situation and so I took some pictures of a bottle of moonshine and realized immediately how lame a bottle of moonshine is as a photographic subject, as you can see for yourself above.

The only exciting part of this bottle is the dire warning about the flammability of this liquid.  So immediately I thought that what I really should do is light some of it on fire and take a picture of that.  Naturally the next thing I thought of was that Max needs to be in on the fun.  I only paused two seconds to consider that I might be setting a bad example.  The kid is scared enough of fire to not be at risk of becoming a pyromaniac (thanks to our house burning which he still remembers) but is still attracted to the excitement of flames, explosions, and scientific experiments.

So I asked him if he wanted to light some moonshine on fire for me so I can photograph it.  “Are you kidding me?!!” he said incredulously.  Because – duh – !  Max is ALL in!  I told him about my project and explained my goals.  We discussed safety issues (such as: don’t try this experiment inside – that was his advice to me) and then he contributed to my content by coming up with Molotov cocktails as a use for Moonshine during an apocalypse.

He commented that this is what he considers a real “Mother and son bonding activity”.

This, my friends, is how come even though I’m fat as hell and middle aged I’m still cool in my kid’s opinion.

Cool or stupid?

We’ll know the answer to that in about an hour.

Also – no matter how it turns out – no one can say of me that I don’t go all the way for my photography and my writing!