A Rug of Blocks

I was putting Davy down for his nap when Lia's shrill little voice cut through the silence. David nearly threw himself out of my arms in a panic when he heard the squawks and I stampeded downstairs to save Lia from whatever was disembowling her. I found her sitting next to her blocks, inordinately pleased with herself. I didn't have the heart to scold her as she told me in thrilling tones of her handiwork exhibited below.



Its a rug!

So very proud of herself.