Our play area has evolved such that we have one huge box filled and stacked with trucks, each piled precariously on the ones beneath.
Last night, while I was cleaning up in the kitchen after supper, I heard a crash and thud and then Amelia was crying. Then Cole called urgently, "DADDY, Help me build a cat house!"
Mark calmly replied, "Well, Cole. Yes, I'll help you but right now I have to help Amelia. A truck fell on her head."
Cole replied, "What kind of truck was it?"