Sticks

My kid picks up sticks. Everywhere we go. He carries them around for a while, poses, swishes them a bit, poses some more, and then takes them home. He has dozens of these sticks in his room. See, because with a stick… my son becomes a superhero. Nothing can stop him if he’s got a stick. He is. Un. Stoppable. There’s something we can learn from this.

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