Last Sunday, after I lazed around all morning while Matt took C&D out, somewhere:

Me:  David, where did you go?

David:  On a hike with sticks.

Me:  Great!  Did you go to the Arboretum?

David:  No.

Me:  Oh.  Did you go the park with lakes and alligators? 

David:  NO.  We went to the hike with STICKS.

Me:  Okay.  What else did you see?

David:  Just STICKS!

Despite the ponds full of birds, fish, and alligators at Sheldon Lake; despite the blooming native garden there; despite the long drive to the edge of the city, the only things that mattered to David that day during his mile-long hike that morning were the small branches  he could use as walking sticks.

It’s only right, then, that the National Toy Hall of Fame this week inducted the stick.