My grandson Sam is now about a little past 2 1/2, and I am thinking more and more about the outdoors fun that I will have with him in the future. This past weekend, I introduced him to how to bring wood in from the woodpile to stoke Elaine's and my wood stove.
Sam was very enthusiastic about the prospect, announcing that he was going to "heat e-mama's house," his word for Elaine. I often tell him that it is e-daddy's house, too, but Sam always says no that it is e-mama's house, but does allow that I live there, too. Of course, this delights Elaine to no end.
On this our first attempt to bring in wood, Sam was unable to grasp the concept of carrying wood in a bundle, instead picking up two or three small sticks and carrying them in a haphazardly way. It was no matter, of course. To him, he was doing the gentlemanly thing of keeping his grandmother warm, and that man that lives there with her.
I hope Sam and I can go fishing this summer, but Elaine thinks he may be too young this year. Of course, the decision is up to his parents, David and Sarah. If Sam does go fishing and if he does catch any, I am sure that he will want to bring them home to feed e-mama, who hopefully will share the bounty with e-daddy, too.