![]() Again and again, he’d gleefully smash everything I created, sometimes not even waiting for me to stack more than one block on top of another before giggling adorably and ruining yet another structure. It didn’t really matter what it was, because his favorite part of the game was to knock the blocks over. Then, I’d start building something: a tower, wall, a pyramid, whatever. I’d sit on the carpet and prop him up between my legs facing a pile of wooden blocks. ![]() Here’s a game I played with my son when he was little, before he could even walk.
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