One time my mom brought us home from the swim club and within two minutes my little brother had the bushes in front of the house in flames and the fire department on the way.
He convinced everybody it was spontaneous combustion.
My little brother was gooood.
I tried to start a little campfire in the woods in back of our house. It got away from me. I ran in the house, walked around for a second, looked out the back window and said “Ma, there’s a fire”. She walked up and jammed her hands in my coat pockets and pulled out matches. Busted. Then she called the fire dept.