Stick friend

Reni came home yesterday with a stick in his backpack.

I fished it out with his lunch bag and, laughing, asked him what the stick was doing there.

"My friend Andres gave it to me," he said, taking it from my hand and running to his door to show me. "It's a magic key, see? We found it on the playground and were pretending it opened a magic kingdom."

I have been forbidden to ever EVER get rid of this stick. Or, as Reni says, "Don't donate it, mama!"