Speaking of city boys...
Grandpa Whitt always does his best to country-fy his great-grandsons when we come to town. And what could be better than pushing a giant pile of sticks together with a tractor, burning said giant pile of sticks in ones front yard (that one first covered in gasoline), roasting marshmallows on sticks that ones teenage cousins sharpened with their personal pocket knives, and having occasional sword fights?
Derek rode the tractor for a good solid hour, and after Luke got over his initial despair from so many good sticks being destroyed, he really enjoyed trying his hand at lighting matches and sword-fighting with some sticks that he rescued from the blaze.
They'll be country boys before you know it.
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