Ian loved Grandma. She always had treats for him. He loved Grandpa, too. They had fun.
Ian went to their house after school every day. Grandma gave him something to eat. Grandpa had fun things for them to do.
Grandpa loved boats. Once he had sailed boats. Now he could not. Ian knew it sometimes made him sad.
One day Grandpa had a new project. Ian wondered what it was.
"Just wait and see," was all Grandpa would say.
Grandpa had a block of wood. He cut some off with his saw. Then he put it in a metal holder. He turned the handle to make it hold tight.
"What is that, Grandpa?" asked Ian as he chewed a cookie.
"That is a vice," said Grandpa. "It holds things still. It makes carving easier."
Grandpa got out a draw knife. He pulled it over the block. Shavings flaked off the wood.
"That looks kind of like a boat," said Ian.