Today I was minding my own business, trying to get MSN Zone to work so I could play golf. My brother runs in with a silent look on his face, he was previously outside. He walks into my mothers room and doesn't say anything to her, then proceeds to the printer. My mother asked him what he was doing, he replied: "Getting paper so we can burn it." In shock, my mother said why are you burning it, how, and with who? He then explained that Zach and a few friends (all around the age of ten, Kyle, my brother, almost seven) had some matches and were going to burn a piece of paper with a battery in it.
I stopped Kyle and told him to go outside, then followed him staying around ten yards back. After meeting with his posse I walked up to them and asked who Zach was. This kid, up to my neck in height, pronounced that he was. I asked him how old he was and got the reply of ten. I then asked him to empty his pockets and unexpectedly for him the matches slithered out onto the ground. I went to pick them up and he stepped on my hand, at this time I was mad. I grabbed the leg with my other hand and lifted it off and grabbed the matches.
At this time he was near tears and understood that he would be grounded for a month. I told him that if he promised to never play with fire or touch a lighter or box of matches again I would be reporting to his mother what happened. He nodded as a tear ran down his cheek. I explained what could have happened if fire had hit the battery acid and what would have happened to him if acid got on him or in his eyes. I took the matches home and gave them to my mom.
Did I do the right thing, or should I have went straight to his mother? He is a really good kid and I have played with him before and treats my brother with the best of care. I guess this was just a moment of fame for him and he wanted to be cool around the other friends. I think they all had a sad startle as a fourteen year old hockey player approached them
