I posted last week about sticks, or about Wolfie's interest in sticks picked up in public parks, an interest he shares with his little cousin. Well, in their last walk in the park yesterday, Wolfie collected half a dozen sticks or thereabouts, which he generously shared with his cousin. The adults were not too keen on it and a bit baffled by their fascination with pieces of wood. My brother Andrew asked this rethorical question: "Why do we bother buying them fancy toys, getting them streaming services, when all they need to be happy is sticks they find in public parks?" That is a great question and a great unknown line. Be that as it may, of all the things they have done together, picking up sticks seems to be the most entertaining one.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sometimes the simplest fun is the most fun!
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