More of my brother's logic

My brother is stacking wood onto the fire in our yard, using a method my dad taught him so that it doesn't roll all over the place.

Dad: Now don't stack it fifty feet high, son.

Cheston: It's you're fault if I do.

Jill: His fault? How is it his fault?

Cheston: because he taught me how.

Ah, teenage logic. :)