“Yeah, sweet pea?”
And when it eventually fell again—as all towers do—they fell with it, laughing on the way down. piper perri fall down dad
David grinned, a wide, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Sweet pea, that is the smartest thing I’ve heard all week.” “Yeah, sweet pea
“Dad,” Piper announced without looking away from the tower. “If this falls, it will be a tragedy of enormous proportion. That’s what Mom says about her hair on rainy days.” “If this falls, it will be a tragedy
“What cure?” Piper asked, leaning closer.
It wasn't a graceful fall. It was a tangle of limbs, a flailing of pigtails, a cartoonish thump-whoosh as she landed bottom-first on the soft carpet. The block tower, of course, chose that exact moment to enact its own dramatic demise, exploding into a rainbow avalanche of plastic.
But before the first sob could escape, her father’s book hit the cushion. His coffee cup clinked onto the side table. And then, a sound that cut through the impending storm like a ray of sun: a loud, theatrical, over-the-top thud .