Boys and Sticks

There is some mysterious attraction between boys and sticks. Raccoon and I were at the park today with several older neighborhood boys. Raccoon got a new sword this morning and really wanted to try it out, but a swordfight with Mommy just wasn't the thing. Two of the boys (14 and 8 if I had to guess) were just sitting around, so I told Raccoon to offer one of them a stick. In no time at all, the three of them were running around, involved in some crazy sword play. My heart warms whenever other children play with Raccoon, because it means so much to him, even if it's only five minutes. Tomorrow we're going to go to the park armed with popsicles, and we'll see if there is any more magic in those old sticks lying around.