Toinght, I dropped Annie off at her cousin's college dorm
& headed to home to a house filled with boys.
Bo has a friend sleeping over so I'm outnumbered 7-1.
I heard Kelly shouting out the front door,
"Bo! Put that saw away! You can't cut off our tree limbs!"
Bo explained he needed firewood to sell.
I told him if he wanted firewood, to gather it from the woods,
in the BACKyard.
Kelly took the saw and they scrambled to the woods.
10 minutes later Rocco came in the house to grab
something out of his drawer in the kitchen.
Rocco: Bo got some great firewood! He took the bark off
and he's washing it so he can sell it.
Me: You can NOT wash firewood Rocco.
And he can NOT sell it!
Rocco: Yes he can.
Me: No...he can't.
Rocco: Yes he can, why not? It's just beautiful.
Kelly: Rocco why are you taking that dollar outside?
(as Rocco is headed back out)
Rocco: I'm gonna buy some firewood.
Oh brother...so it turns out Rocco's tooth fairy money from his first tooth was in his hands less than 12 hours.
Rocco gave Bo the dollar and was quite
delighted with his wet beautiful firewood.
I have to admit...it was beautiful,
(and much larger than I thought it would be.)
And the rest of the wood made delicious
s'mores for the good ole' boys club.
So I am admitting here that I was wrong.
You CAN wash firewood,
And someone will buy it.
I can only imagine what our friends say when they return home.
Sorry Joey.
