Thursday, March 24, 2011

These humiliations are the essence of the game.


What is it with little boys and their obsession with gathering sticks?

Phallogocentrism?

An innate yearning for creative destruction?

Instinctive warlike tendencies?

A fondness for sticks?

Answers on a postcard…

4 comments:

Roddy said...

If he wants sticks then get him to come wood cutting with me. He can gather all the sticks he may ever require.
I guess my sticks are a little larger. They are logs.

Sue said...

When you work it out, please let me know. I have "fond" (???) memories of my wardrobe full of sticks and bits of wood that Cody collected...before he moved onto stones...then pinecones...then small insects...then large insects...then...etc..etc...etc...
Though he did end up putting most of the wood to good use when he taught himself to build cubby houses.
And yes Roddy...your sticks are bigger. I have seen the photos!!!

Kris said...

Roddy, he's too small for chainsaws.

Sue, has he been sending you those photos too?

Thrilling stuff...

Roddy said...

He can borrow his nan's saw. It is only a little one. 30cm.
The gathering possibly arises from our need to build shelters for our families.