I harnessed an unforgiving August beam of Texas sunlight with my grandmother's magnifying glass. Cheto watched with wide eyes as I surgically melted the minesweeper's head. Molten green plastic dripped from on top of the tiny soldier's shoulders onto the driveway.
"Coooooool," remarked Cheto before shoveling a handful of m&m's into his gob.
Cheto then snatched the glass from me with his candy stained hand.
"I wasn't done!"
"It's my turn!"
If you never seen an entire lawn go up in flames consider yourself lucky.