So I'm in the back yard splitting by hand and hit a knotty round which took a few whacks to split.
"Grandad, do you like hitting wood?" Asks the city dwelling grandson visiting for the day.
The next few minutes were devoted to explaining the difference between an axe and a hammer and explaining why wood needed to be split and stacked.
So I split and he stacked for a while. Then city dwelling Dad shows up "Wow, you guys sure have a pile of firewood"
"It's not a pile Dad, it's a stack"
Daughter and I burst out laughing.
"Grandad, do you like hitting wood?" Asks the city dwelling grandson visiting for the day.
The next few minutes were devoted to explaining the difference between an axe and a hammer and explaining why wood needed to be split and stacked.
So I split and he stacked for a while. Then city dwelling Dad shows up "Wow, you guys sure have a pile of firewood"
"It's not a pile Dad, it's a stack"
Daughter and I burst out laughing.
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