More Ordinary Days
Afterward, I found the usual assortment of sticks.I am glad I got some photos of these, as I have been finding them around the house for a few years now. My middle son is nearly 12, so I assume the quantity of sticks will decrease before too long.
In the boys' room. More sticks, and some vices, used to do a repair for me. Oh, and a sword. I love having boys!
And yet another stick. This is a special stick, and has been around for at least 6 months. And the discarded coat? Epic. The actual mud room is at the opposite end of the house, and the boy in question has 2 hooks with his name on them. But the coat is by the door.
More ordinary days. I am quite aware that someday, I will no longer have sticks lying around my house, and jackets to pick up off the floor. So while I can, I am relishing the abandon of youth. Then I am going to go get that boy and tell him to hang up his coat!