Colouring a picture of a fireman and noting that the act of saving a cat from a tree is ‘nice’, I ask the boy if he wants to be a fireman. ‘No I can’t, I don’t have a helmet.’ I tell him that this doesn’t matter and ask about when he’s older, if he’d want to be a fireman. He pauses his colouring to think about this. What do you want to be?

‘Charmeleon’

So more on the arson side of fire, but I admire him not aiming for Charizard – keeping his dreams realistic.