Slice. Slice. And...Slice. I held up my now crooked square and figured I could always rip that last edge off and square it up again. As I finished my last three blocks, I laid them out. Perfectly square.
I looked at my wonky block.
Back to my square blocks...
Must. Make. Wonky!
I feel like this momentary lapse in sanity has resulted in a pretty cool row. Insanity, 1. Brain, 0.
And when the H-E-Double hockeysticks did my 8-year-old quit being my baby? Am I going to be freaking out on the inside and calmly smiling on the outside for the rest of my life? What was so wrong with the whole "tallest tower" concept? I know, I know... They have to grow up sometime. I think I'll reschedule it for next summer.