One by one. Ever so carefully. We stacked the pieces with fingers crossed.
The tower stood tall, having occupied me, a teenage helper, and several nursery kiddos for most of our time together.
All it took was one wide-eyed, deviously grinning four-year-old. He slipped through our grasp, and, with one swift kick, it all came tumbling down.
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