My Third Little Pig

OR, When Life Gives You Bricks...

I noticed a pile of loose bricks in the corner of the playground at the soccer complex several weeks ago and wondered who in the world would have left bricks there, a place where children play and have been known to throw things.  But I almost never bring my kids to the playground there (I'm one of those mean Moms who insists on watching the soccer game that brought us to the complex instead of taking my kids to the playground during the game) so I just hoped that they wouldn't throw or get hit by the bricks during the time we had between Jack's and Cat's games that Saturday.

Imagine my surprise when Eliza started playing with the bricks and built herself...

A Stage.

P.S.  Nobody got hurt.

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