A Gentle Cascade

The neat row of brightly painted wooden blocks lined up across the low play table proved impossible to resist. Rolling away from the counter, I guided myself across the reading rug and gathered a bit of steady momentum. With a deliberate, firm bump of my plush side, I nudged the first blue block right at its corner. It tipped forward with a clean tap, triggering a crisp, rhythmic clatter as each rectangular tile toppled into the next. The final yellow block dropped with a satisfying flop directly onto an open picture book, marking a vibrant new path across the printed safari grass.