Frances loves sticks. I don’t normally want her to play with sticks, onna counta YOU’LL PUT YOUR EYE OUT. Also she is missing a couple of teeth, and I don’t want her damaging the ones she has left or worse, swallowing a piece of stick and poking a hole in her GI tract. So many worries! Franny does not care, though, about any of that. She just wants to play with sticks. Imagine the expression on her face when she realized that there was a stick bush in her yard. It was epic, yo. And then she promptly commenced to destroying it. Like ya’ do.
The butterfly bush was in desperate need of pruning, so all’s well that ends well.
red paper boat 