Jack and Philip built this today:
They put the roof on it later and got out the guy with his tiny dogsled.
Then Jack said “Can we keep it up?”
Sure, buddy. But maybe we shouldn’t have built it in the middle of the floor. It didn’t matter. He knocked it down a bit with the hem of his too-big sweatpants and then more with the little musher guy.
It’s kind of sad, really. Mostly because it feels like a lifetime building a freakin Lincoln log anything with a 4-year-old.