And I, his proud mother, thought that after one night of forced camping with his reluctant, Westin-loving father (and a whole group of similarly citified fathers and children) he would be excited to tell me about rubbing two sticks together and all that.
"Yeah, you just get a starter log and poke it with a stick."
"Wait," I had to ask, "Don't you have to use matches or a lighter to get the starter log started?"
"Nope. You just poke it with a stick!"
Some of us just aren't meant for camping. That's my boy!
Namasté, y'all!
Sunday, May 04, 2008
City kids.
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