Matthew & Beach Stick

So, there I was minding my own business, taking a picture of an old weather-beaten Adirondack chair on Lake Huron when a one-shoe-wearing-just-shy-of-a-three-year-old boy attacks me with a beach stick. Good thing I knew his weakness for campfire s'mores which abated this attack. I got lucky this time as he let me off with a stern warning.