Remember that childhood game where you dropped a bunch of colorful sticks and then had to pick one up without moving any of the others? I loved that game and would watch ever so vigilantly to make sure my competitors didn't get away with any little, tiny, miniscule movement of any other stick other than the one they were picking up. I loved winning.
We taught our girls a different version of pick up sticks the other day. My husband cut down a tree with a chain saw and chopped off the branches. Then the entire family spent the morning picking up sticks/branches/tree trunks.
My two year old was so cute while helping. She would carefully choose a small stick, carry it to me and hand it to me every-so-proudly. She would then wait patiently while a place the stick in the Gator. As soon as she was satisfied with the stick's placement, she would toddle back to the tree and choose another branch. My four year old, on the other hand, started to say that it was a lot of work to pick up the sticks. When I told her she could take a break, she exclaimed, "No! This is fun!". Ah, a good life lesson learned. Hard work can be fun and rewarding.
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