I haven't figured this out yet . . .
When G tells me that he wants to play blocks, it can mean a variety of things. He could mean that he actually wants to play blocks, or it could mean he wants to move them back and forth with a dump truck, or he might want to bulldoze them, or just sit in the bin they come in, or if he’s feeling particularly naughty, throw them.
Today, he added a new definition to the long list of what “playing blocks” means; walking around blindly with the bin on his head.
It’s so nice when he gets his sister involved. That is, until they walk into a wall.