all the great one's leave their mark

I have mentioned before my love for the classic Christmas sequal, Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. In the movie Marv wraps tape around his hand and dubs himself and Harry the "Sticky bandits," as he sticks his hand in collection jars as they walk around NYC.

A petty thef he is not, but Will DOES have his own calling card. Sticks. Everywhere we go he looks for sticks. We have piles stashed in various places in our yard, on our driveway, on the floor of our car in front of his carseat, at grandma's house, in our house when he sneaks them in. I found one in the upstairs bathroom tonight. Usually they are marching band sticks (trumpets or conductor sticks genearlly), but sometimes they are bats or swords.

A few weeks ago it stormed and their were little sticks all over our front yard. I spent one morning picking them up (I filled a trash can) and Will was very distraught the next time he went out front and there was not a stick to be found.

I know that this phase won't last forever, and soon enough he will be into something far more obnoxious than sticks. But for now we are going to enjoy our stick-y bandit.