Baby girl learned her knife skills during a rained-out daddy/daughter campout.
She wanted a whittling chip like the Cub Scouts earn, so when I go pick her up from sleepaway camp today, she shall have it.
Then There's a Line About God or Whatever
I have this stupid, wonderful dream of starting an unofficial Lumberjanes group for local girls like my daughter who won't get what they want from Girl Scouts. A dream that I have nowhere near the time or energy to fulfill.
Friendship to the max.