You know you’ve seen them. . .

I know you’ve seen them. I don’t know how you feel about them, but I know you’ve seen them.  I don’t like them.  There, I said it. I don’t understand them and I don’t like them at all.  I don’t hate them with a white, hot burning hate, but I just don’t like them. It’s none of my business if you want one, but I don’t even like looking at them.
What, you may ask, are these items of my distaste? Think about it. You’re driving down the road and all of a sudden on the vehicle (read mini-van) in front of you, appears a family.  A stick family on a car.

 One day, I was with a bunch of ladies from church and I’m not lying, the entire back of the van was COVERED with stick people. It must have been grandchildren.  They were EVERYWHERE on the back of that minivan. 
There are all kinds of stick families. Superheroes.  Zombies. Families with Disney ears. Feet. Flip flops.  People with hobbies – golfing dads, soccer playing kids, cheerleaders. . . You can find any kind of stick family you want.

If I were forced at gunpoint to pick one, I’d pick this one:

 This one makes me laugh.

I saw this one the other day:

But, I think my all time favorite is this one:

 And then there’s this:

I bet I could really find this one in Polk County!

For some reason, the stick families just creep me out.  I get it, it’s not really my business. You may not like my JoyFM sticker or my AWANA “Kids Matter to God” sticker but hey, that’s my thing. Your stick family may be your thing.   But, every time I see one, I cringe!

This one made me snort: