We were at the park playing today, when Peter picked up a huge stick that had fallen during last week's hurricane. As he danced around with it he almost hit another kid with it prompting a time out and being told he was not allowed to pick up anymore sticks.
Two minutes later he picked up a stick off the ground.
Me - Peter, what did mommy JUST say about your privileges with sticks?
Peter - I am not allowed to pick up sticks.
Me - Then why are you holding a stick?
Peter - This is a branch!
Me - Branches are made out of sticks.
Peter - No, they are made out of wood and bark.