Samuel ran in the other day and said, "We found some sticks. Can we make a fort around the Bradford pear tree?"
I said, "Sure," and thought oh, just a few sticks piled up around the tree, no big deal, why did he even ask permission?
Then I went out to check the sheets on the clothesline and what to my wondering eyes did appear?
Obviously, the word "stick" has a different connotation to him than it does to me.