But, just like with Mr. Colt, there is an equalizer:
Mrs p6 though she could split firewood. Go ahead says I. She took the maul and promptly bounced it back within an inch of her head. Of course I was watching so she was safe... she never tried again.
Interestingly enough Daughter can split firewood and do more than her Eagle Scout brothers. She paid attention.
I used to love splitting firewood—when it was frozen.
But, just like with Mr. Colt, there is an equalizer: