Yesterafternoon, while playing with E, I got the inclination to stack her farm animals. I could only get up to four before she'd come knock them over, so after she went to bed, I set about stacking the animals. I spent a ridiculous amount of time getting this done. It was the stupid chicken that made it so hard, but I finally got all five stacked, secure enough for us to walk around them without them falling over. No glue, just gravity.
While doing this silly task I was reminded of a children's story about some animals going on a journey, and they were riding one atop the other, but I can't remember the name of the story. I was also reminded of a boy at LSMSA who, out of the blue, told me I had a "perpetually stoned attitude." He may have been correct.