Two eyes and a push-up nose. Ten little fingers and ten little toes. Just a stick kid, a quick little stick kid . . . Until that stick kid starts to grow. And change. And before you know it, your little stick kid isn?t so little. He isn?t even a kid anymore. But he is still yours. And in your heart, he?ll always be your kid, your quick little stick kid. And you?ll love him.Peter Holwitz?s ode to parenthood combines the poignant theme of sacrifice...