Fire

At Outdoor School the little kids were taught how to cook things on a campfire. You need to have 3 parts of your body on the ground for stability, 2 feet and 1 knee. Nutmeg absorbed this instantly and solemnly the put lesson into practice. She was absolutely adorable, folded up into a small package roasting marshmallows in complete seriousness. No laughs, or giggles or smiles.
Meanwhile, I tried to make a campfire outside of our cabin. I had seasoned firewood, moss, 14 pieces of paper, 3 piping hot coals, a half of a box of matches and a cotton ball with petroleum jelly and still could not produce a fire. Even the paper was reluctant to flame. It was humiliating. My poor kids sat there watching me for 45 minutes trying to get a fire for campfire stories.

The next day I took the wood into the cabin to dry out more and borrowed a lighter. I had a blazing fire in 1 minute. We increased our carbon foot print by throwing log after log on the fire.
The kids and I stayed up late telling stories, roasting marshmallows and staring into the fire. The stories were good but they were too chicken to hear The Owl Witch.