I was camping. Child was cooking supper at the Coleman. It started raining so I got under some trees. Child insisted rather caustically that I'd be better off in the tent. I said nothing but decided to stay under the tree leaves again, even though the rain was dripping through just a little bit. A fireball flew out of the sky, right between us, and incinerated our tent, leaving nothing standing but the frame wires. Child and I looked at each other, wide-eyed.
Any interpreters out there?