Where's My Car?

Michael has a plastic tub full of blocks and he absolutely loves stacking them. He also decided that running his car into the blocks at a great rate of speed causing the structure to tumble on top of him on impact was a brilliant idea. However, more testing needed to be done to ensure the quality of the structure, so he kept doing it again and again seemingly at different angles, and at different rates of speed. The building also kept getting higher and higher as Michael kept insisting that he needed more blocks until Mommy & Miss Tammy had to help because the structure became taller than he was. The path in question started in the dining room, through the hallway, and into the bedroom, at times so narrowly missing the corner of the bed, that the bed was eventually moved farther away from the door to prevent an emergency room visit. (1 a year is plenty for us). After several test runs, Mommy became concerned about the hardwood floor, and threw several pillows down as a soft landing spot for Michael (Notice the red pillow on the floor). On one of these occasions, the rate of speed was so great that the blocks, the car, and Michael ended up in various positions on the ground, and Michael was completely buried. However, he didn't seem concerned about any injuries that he might have sustained, but his first question before we even unburied him was "Where's my Car?" Michael then decided that the building was structurally sound and started parking his cars in the openings. We were relieved that he was doing something a little less destructive until we realized that he fully intended to go back out into the dining room and crash his car into the structure with all of his cars parked in it. This required some assistance from Daddy to delay said child while Mommy raced to empty the structure before further destruction and harm could ensue.