So, my son isn't all that... coordinated. Hes still learning how to use his 13yo, 6'4 body. Its quite amusing at times.
Anyway... I have not felt any inclination to teach him how to run a chainsaw because frankly I don't trust that he wont hurt himself. So I, much like your father, "hey, its time to get up and do something" which for the kids means feeding the splitter and stacking.
Yesterday was supposed to be that day for him. I bought him a set of chaps and one of those Helmet, muffs, mask combos. I was going to let him try out the 241. As is typical for me, I try to let the neighbors wake up before I start making noise, they have until 7am because I cant wait any longer. His room is on the same side of the house where Im working.
As is typical fashion for me, I go in and bump him awake around 8. No sign of him at 1030 so I go bump him again. No sign of movement in the house until 230. I asked him "what the hell was that" to which he answers "I don't know."
Must be another growth spurt.