demolition man

Kenny has a fun, old-school set of wooden blocks with letters and pictures on them. While I have tried to show him how to spell his name, he takes much greater interest and joy out of knocking over the towers of blocks I construct for him.

Kenny has several techniques he likes to employ, including the punch, the smack, the plow-through, the stiff arm, and the karate kick. He is distressed that I have not let him test out explosives yet, but I just don't think his mother will go for that. Besides, we work like hell to keep the carpet in the basement free of food or drink stains, so smoldering burns would probably be a no-go.

These days, we like to put the construction man who came with his dump truck, Jorge Mendoza, on top of the towers. Kenny takes great delight in seeing Jorge go flying, but I can't help bit feel for poor Mr. Mendoza. Here's a great guy who's just trying to build quality structures and support his family, but along comes some giant who takes such unbridled glee in knocking his creations to kingdom come. Besides, I don't know what kind of insurance policies Jorge has, but I gotta imagine he's maxed out his worker's comp at this point, as well as having spent more in construction costs than the state of Massachusetts blew through on the Big Dig.

These are the things I think about. Kenny, well, he just likes to see things go "boom."

Fair enough.