Wolfie's Union Jack

A few days ago, Wolfie insisted to draw and colour an Union Jack on a sheet of paper, then he asked to turn it into a proper flag, using a stick he picked up somewhere as a pole (he loves to pick up sticks, big and small) and take it in the garden. Moral of the story: so young and already a British patriot. But he promisednext time to do a Québec flag and I suggested to go South African (because of daddad, who is South African). Not that there is anything wrong with being British. For the record, Wolfie's Union Jack did not last very long: English weather quickly got the better of it.