A Boy and His Sticks

It is a well-documented fact that my son loves nothing more than a game involving the outdoors and sticks.  He has an entire collection of sticks in the front yard and I know better than to remove even a single one.  Because he will know.  And there will be hell to pay.

Last week, as a result of some impressive windy storms, a large branch was knocked out of the backyard tree.  When I asked JT to help me carry the branch to the curb for the town to collect, he was only too eager to oblige.


And so it was that he became the master and conqueror of the biggest stick ever. 

The neighbors are understandably wary.