Too profound for building blocks?

I sometimes joke that ministers must categorise their life moments and view every event as a potential illustration.

But -

Lately I've found myself doing this unconsciously.

Emily has lots of wooden blocks to play with. Well, she just puts them in her mouth because apparently it's pleasant to have things to bite when one is teething. I however, enjoy building little towers.

I never seem to get far, though. A tower can be only three blocks high before Emily reaches across, utterly determined to knock it over.

I try to build out of arm's length. This time I'm using the smaller blocks and I'm quite happy with this perfectly symmetrical and colour co-ordinated construction. I'm so overprotective that I put my arms in front to stop her from destroying it, because she inevitably crawls over to ensure that it won't stand for much longer. Her little arms stretch out and her hand tries to get past me, every which way.

I've built this, I think. I'm happy with it. I think it's quite good. But Emily - she won't rest until she's messed it up completely. It doesn't matter that I've made it, that she might be hurting me by turning my creation upside down. This is what she wants.

Sound like somebody else you know?

Note: I love Emily. I know they're just blocks.