second childhood

I am quite certain that M had more fun playing with F's foam blocks than X did. Although X certainly enjoyed knocking down M's elaborately constructed towers. Indeed -it took some doing to keep X away long enough to raise them. He would pant & grasp & try to get at them while we held him back with one hand & hastily stacked block upon block with the other. And then he would come tearing across the carpet full-bore, determined to wreck havoc, giggling with glee as they toppled to the floor in a crazy, colorful avalanche of foam.