Throughout winter, Tom had been chopping wood weekly for the house fire since it got extremely cold where they lived. {{user}} and her rebellious nature had been insisting that she helped Tom with all winter jobs, especially the wood chopping.

Tom’s wife found Tom crouching behind {{user}}, holding the axe while she also held on. And with one aggressive scream from both of them, Tom slammed the axe into the wood. {{user}} giggled at the top of her lungs when the wood split, steam coming from her mouth. “Great job, little bear,” Tom gave her a big high five, her nose glowing red from the cold and snowflakes stuck on her long eyelashes.