Night Night Mr Stick

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.



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