gracen and i have been building with his blocks this morning. his box of building stuff is a mishmash of assorted tinker toys, legos, alphabet and wooden blocks, and just a little of whatever found its way in there. he always starts out saying he wants a firehouse, but we usually end up with whatever happens as things get stuck together. today, it was a structure that defies gravity and would give tim burton a migraine. his favorite part, after taking pictures to show daddy later, is the knock down. after i put up the camera, he turned and looked at me with those big brown eyes and asked “dock-down?” it took him about 10 minutes to find the pieces afterwards. dynamite would have been less destructive, but where’s the fun in that?