Stick Kid

Draw two eyes and a push-up nose. Ten little fingers and ten little toes. Just a stick kid, a quick little stick kid . . . Until that stick kid starts to grow. And change. And before you know it, your little stick kid isn’t so little. He isn’t even a kid anymore. But he is still yours. And in your heart, he’ll always be your kid, your quick little stick kid. And you’ll love him.