Birdbrain

I think the boy is building a nest; his new obsession, our new bane. He keeps finding twigs, blown from surrounding trees into our yard, and trying to bring them into the house. When he succeeds in getting them past security they usually end up in his sister's mouth. I then have to cleanse the bark from her lips. It's getting annoying. I don't know why he has developed this keen interest but it really has to stop. Sticks and stones may not break your bones, but they can put your eye out, damn it!