No no no no!

And for once it wasn't me saying it!

We were at the park this morning and Lukasz spied the perfect stick. And I mean perfect. The perfect swishy stick. He ran over to it, crouched, reached to pick it up... and as the word "No" formed on my mouth, leading to "No, Lukasz, we don't pick up sticks"... his hand that was reaching clenched except for his pointer finger, which he began shaking vigorously at the stick while yelling "No no no no!"

Atta boy!