Nothing is ever simple when it comes to Abby.
She wanted to build a train track. She was done with school for the day, so I told her to go build one. But instead of heading to the living room, where the train tracks reside, she headed to the kitchen table. She stopped on her way to procure some paper, a few stickers and a pencil with a good eraser.
About 20 minutes and a big stack of paper later, she brought me this:
Of course you do, I thought to myself.
What I said was, "That's a great design Abby! It looks really complicated. Do you want some help?"
She did not, which didn't surprise me in the least.
I sent her brothers upstairs with every wheeled toy I could find, thinking this might increase her chances at successfully constructing the track she had designed.
A half an hour later, I found this: