Bob thought he had found something suitable for Gino to play with: building blocks. He thought they could help stimulate Gino's ability to be creative.
Initially, though, Gino didn't seem too impressed with the blocks. He only stared at them and scowled.
"These really are quite fun, Gino," Bob said. "Watch Daddy."
Bob took some blocks and made a nice little bridge, but Gino still didn't look impressed.
"Perhaps the bridge should lead to somewhere," Bob said thoughtfully, picking up more blocks and beginning a new block structure.
Bob became so absorbed in his creation that he ended up creating a decent-sized walled fortress, with a bridge leading to it. He realized a little too late that he had imprisoned himself. It seemed Bob just couldn't escape being imprisoned.
Bob tried to carefully step over the block wall. Bob ended up stumbling on his huge feet and knocking down most of the wall. Having your knees land on hard wooden blocks was not a pleasant sensation.
"Lovely," Bob muttered sarcastically.
Gino laughed, then gathered up several of the scattered blocks. He rebuilt them into a little tower, about as high as himself.
Bob smiled proudly, but he cringed when Gino knocked the tower down. The noise the blocks made when they clattered to the ground was quite hard on the ears, and Bob worried that perhaps he hadn't thought this idea all the way through.
Gino began to build another tower, and he shouted "No!" when Bob tried to help him.
Bob let Gino be, watching as his son repeatedly built and knocked down towers of blocks.
Francesca would likely complain about the noise that resulted, but Bob was sure she would prefer Gino knocking down blocks than knocking down expensive heirloom vases or potted plants, or some other devilry.