While camping, Chase decided that he needed a big stick like his cousins. So rather than have him fight for the sticks that his cousins already had, we went on a stick hunt.
We ventured down the hill and I pointed out each stick along our way. He would promptly say "No!!!" if I suggested a certain one.
Then we came to the perfect one and a second quite similar. I cleaned off the first and handed it to him, then we started back up the hill.
As I was cleaning off the second one, I heard a little giggle, followed by, "mom woot, I a Dramma!!!" (Mom, look I'm a Grandma).
I turned around to see Chase using his stick as though it were a cane. He giggled and gimped all the way back up the hill.
I love that kid!!!