When it's time to start over.
My son isn't afraid to knock his blocks over. He'll go about building his towers of blocks, but every time he does, there's rarely a round of block-building that goes by when he doesn't eventually decide it's time to tear everything down in a dramatic fashion and start over. Some of the things he builds are pretty impressive. I know I'm his father, so I think him stacking one block on top of another is the greatest thing since sliced bread, covered with nutella... but I look at what he does and I'm impressed. I love getting to see him be creative and build things. But no matter how impressive his building becomes, he still knocks it down. Like any good three-year-old boy, he loves smashing things. I asked myself the other day: When did I stop enjoying knocking what I've built down? Maybe the better question is this: When did I start getting so attached to what I've built that I've started to believe I can never knock it all over, start ...