It's a Boy Thing

We spent some time today outside cutting up fallen branches and logs for firewood. At least, that's what I thought we were doing. To Paul, some of those branches made mighty fine guns. It reminded me of how when Paul was four we went hiking in the peaceful high country of Yosemite National Park and Paul kept picking up pieces of branches to use as weapons against imaginary enemies. Ben & I were amazed and a bit bemused. I guess it's a boy thing.