A Boy, His Dog and a Stick...

I am still running like a madwoman trying to get the house ready for Christmas.  (There is no danger of me appearing to be Superwoman and having everything under control.  I don't.  At all... And I am totally comfortable enough to admit it to the entire world...  I have changed my socks at least five times today as I keep sticking to my floor...mom, don't come over until at least Friday, I know it would drive you nuts!!!)  I am in the process of waxing my family room floor, don't know why I chose this time to do it, but hey, at least it will be one floor I don't stick too!  Enjoy this post about my sweet little guy.  I never got around to posting it earlier.  I'll try and be back when I don't stick to anything.

What is is about a dog and a stick that can keep a little boy occupied for hours?  My Little Fireman and I went walking through the woods the other day.  He found stick after stick after stick.

 I am quite sure this one was a sword.

This one was a fishing pole...

He used the short one to chop down trees. The long one put out fires...

I don't really know what this stick did, and this picture may look like we are by the creek, but we aren't.  That's actually the mud pit we use for four-wheeling and off-road trucking. Very dangerous...

Get the picture now???

 Thank heaven for little boys, their dogs and sticks!