Yesterday afternoon, my little brother Colby told me my shirt was on backwards.

“The letters are on the back of your shirt instead of the front!” he chortled.

After I told him that the letters were supposed to be on the back of my shirt, he wanted to know what they said.

So I told him that it read, “Staff”. It was a thrift-store shirt, so I don’t know what staff it was meant for, but Colby knew.

(After all, what do four-year-old boys NOT know?)

He stared at the 18-inch-long stick that he held in his hands, then looked up at me and said, “Here Katie, this is for you. Now you can have a staff.”