Don't run with your tomahawk!

Creepy, right?

Cameron and James recently went to a Sportsman Extravaganza put on by some christian men.  My guys had a great time, they had a dinner and got to sample ostrich, alligator, kangaroo and more...they said the zebra never made it around to them.  There were archery demos, duck calling demos, the list goes on and on...but one in particular caught Cameron's eye...making your own Tomahawk.  Sounds a little crazy, doesn't it?  But all the kids lined up and forged their own Tomahawk, starting with a piece of steel they pounded away and did all the other things that go into making a Tomahawk.  Since this thing has come home with him, he has thrown in numerous times at a "dead" tree by our pond and has repeatedly asked if this tree or that is dead so he can destroy it as well.  We said only the one please.  I've seen him out there trying to hack down saplings but I let it go.  I called him in for supper the other night and said "Don't run with your tomahawk Cameron!"  He said he was only walking fast.  Sure...

I first spelled this sapplings but it came up as incorrect. Who knew?  Sapling - a young tree.