The Block

I want to remember these few days where she was mesmerized by a little block. 

It was all she would play with.

For 30 minutes at a time she'd sit fiddle with it until she got it to nest in the next size bigger.

When she'd felt that she'd mastered the puzzle, she'd find something else to do...but bring the block with her.

And randomly stop to admire it.

She sounded like a pirate with a peg-leg crawling with that thing in her hand.

Hm...

*fiddle fiddle*



She one-handed-played for a good two days.