It all started with a stick. Catcher found a perfect bow-shaped stick on the walk to school a couple of weeks ago, and that stick went with us everyday to and from school until Catcher abused his stick privileges (i.e. he ran with it and thrust it in the direction of Scout) and I had to throw it in the gutter. However, I found his imagination that turned a crooked stick into a bow inspiring, so I found a real (by real I mean fake) bow and arrows at the Target yesterday. I don't think it has left his side yet.