It's a gorgeous day and I want to stretch my legs and clear my head in the fresh air. And my son has a new hobby. Just in time for spring. He has traded his little blue snow shovel for a couple of sticks and twigs. With his sticks, he scrapes at the ground, bangs on the porch posts and fence railings, and pokes at the melting snow piles. He LOVES playing with sticks! It turns out that sticks are almost everywhere. And the places you can't find sticks naturally, my son imports them. Despite my attempts to the contrary, sticks (and twigs) can now be found in the living room, the car, the grocery store, and my shoes. "Sticks go outside," I say repeatedly. On a weekly basis, I'm removing a sufficient number of sticks from our dwelling and vehicle, enough to make a small campfire. When we head out the door, he goes right for the sticks and then over to the fast-disappearing snow mound to make patterns in the snow. And due to his new found obsession with sticks, my
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