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Amusing anecdote from this evening.
My son turned four this week, and wound up with a large supply of boxes and wrapping paper. Rather than fill some landfill with that, I thought... 20 minutes in the yard, and they'll burn up into a tiny pile of ash I can put down an animal hole.
For some reason, the folks we bought the party food from thought it important that we have something like 20 cans of Sterno. I like Sterno: good fire accelerant on a wet, miserable day.
I had my 4 year old help me lug the boxes to the back, and stack 'em up. I tore them into chunks and piled them neatly on the pit. I slathered on some Sterno from one of the 20 cans and went to go get the butane stick to ignite it.
My 4 year old, who normally helps me get the fires going wherever we are (great wood gatherer), says "Dad!" in a panicked voice.
"What is it, bud?"
"You forgot the fatwood."
My son turned four this week, and wound up with a large supply of boxes and wrapping paper. Rather than fill some landfill with that, I thought... 20 minutes in the yard, and they'll burn up into a tiny pile of ash I can put down an animal hole.
For some reason, the folks we bought the party food from thought it important that we have something like 20 cans of Sterno. I like Sterno: good fire accelerant on a wet, miserable day.
I had my 4 year old help me lug the boxes to the back, and stack 'em up. I tore them into chunks and piled them neatly on the pit. I slathered on some Sterno from one of the 20 cans and went to go get the butane stick to ignite it.
My 4 year old, who normally helps me get the fires going wherever we are (great wood gatherer), says "Dad!" in a panicked voice.
"What is it, bud?"
"You forgot the fatwood."
