More in the adventures of babysitting the greatest great-grand. 4-25-2021 |
JK Construction Cat's Meow houses collected over the years. Small city number of pieces arranged along the dining room chair rail. Until. Until the three-year-old discovered them. He couldn't hurt them, cities are pretty tough, after all and even our terrorizing great-grandson doesn't have quite the capability of a nuclear bomb. He did try. Then tried to put them back but couldn't make them fit. City remodification. New developments led to razing the town; starting over. ANd over. And over. Until. He gave up on that idea. High-rises were the way to go. Condominiums. JK counted as he stacked. Learned that a small piece on the eighteenth floor created an avalanche in the housing market. He did try. Temper tantrum tornado scattered houses across Dining Room County. Thought it time the tired houses had a rest; needed to be put away to nap. Until. He began stacking them Eighteen, nineteen. Sat back and watched as the tower grew camera-ready. The twenty-third-floor balanced off-center. That floor had a balcony. He did try. So carefully now, floor by floor. Twenty-four. Earthquake rumbled as running dog tail threatened. Well-built construction triumphed. Until. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. The last piece of the sky-scraper tower oh-so-carefully lowered into place as a collective of lungs held their breath. He did try. And succeed. JK Construction is in business! Excitement beyond nuclear proportion blew it all away and down it tumbled. Until. Until after nap time when he wants to build a bigger one! |