Avery and I have spent part of our morning building "tall" (in Avery's words) towers and then of course knocking them down. It's hard to tell which part is her favorite because she enjoys building, but she also squeals with delight when they all come crashing down.
...Maybe we have an architect on our hands. Or possibly a demolition expert?
(Yes, that is a santa hat. She loves walking around with stuff on her head. This is the latest.)