Yesterday the three year old and I ended up on a second walk home from school alone.
It’s become an almost ritual now that when it’s just the two of us he finds a stick. Sometimes in life though you need two.
He also has a penchant for flowers.
I have new treasure for my pocket, treasure from the three year old always feels extra precious. Like it’s a piece of his actual heart, gifted to me for safe keeping.
We have a rule, he can connect sticks but they must live outside because they won’t be happy in a house. He dutifully respects this and yesterday he laid all his loot out ever so carefully on the wall before bidding Mr Stick goodnight.