This is your fathers stick.

Not as clumsy or random as a blaster. An elegant weapon for a more civilised age.

We walked all the way together to the park in an effort to tire out an energetic wee boy. As soon as we got to the park area he was off playing in the leaves and running in the grass.

We decided to sit on one of the grassy areas and Wee B was off to explore. As seems to be his thing, he found a poking stick and put it to good use. It seems that a wee boy just cannot get by without his stick.

He managed to walk a chunk of the distance back home before asking to be picked u. The down side to all the exercise was that he fell asleep half an hour after we got home, only to be badgered awake to make sure that he would sleep come bed time