poor kid. He whacked it twice. Once throwing a fit in the crib - and once when the truck he was pushing rolled out from under him.
In other rotten luck news . . . we built this:
then it rained - and rained - and snowed, and it turned into a lump of soggy cardboard that I had to clean up off the grass. Dang. We didn't even get to finish the drawbridge.
And now there's a pile of laundry to tend to.
And after that I guess I'll go eat worms.
Better luck tomorrow.