For FHE this week, we had a campfire and roasted hot dogs and had s'mores. It was really a lot of fun. The guys were in charge, but they didn't have any kindling. They did have some cardboard, and they had some wood, so out came the pocket knives and a hatchet.
"A hatchet?!!" you say? Yes, a hatchet.
"Hey dad, i totally forgot to pack my hatchet when i came up to school, would you mind sending it to me? Thanks."
Kathleen was in charge of lighting the fire.
It took about 957 matches before the flame became FIRE.
After a slow start, the fire remembered that it wanted to be FIRE, so it got to business and began to BURN. (P.S. if you want to see a kinda funny accident, sacrilegious photo concerning this fire and some wood, let me know.)
Kathleen thinks hatchets are funny. This is a grave mistake: Hatchets are not funny, not funny at all.