It's likely not a scene any of you have seen us playing in. Not because it's far away or hard to get to - because I'm only now comfy playing here. Yes... over-protective mother party of one, please.
Other than the cool play slide given to us by our neighbours, our backyard is pretty much wooded. So I left Jack to his own devices and after a minute of boredom, he found some sticks and wanted to build the little pigs house from the story of the big bad wolf and three little pigs (his latest obsession). Then followed a long performance of the story with all of us rotating roles (even Phoebe played the part of a piggy, with Jack doing her voice acting)
"See Phoebe... The wolf eats the piggy because the house wasn't strong enough. Don't worry, it's only pretend"
The moment of the wolf coming down the chimney was priceless - Jack wolf yowling from being turned into wolf soup and Phoebe giggled her heart out. Watch out Jack, she's got your number.
So we spent two hours playing, imagining and acting. He didn't die, suffer an injury or even become mildly upset (unless you count when he couldn't remember what the third pigs house was made out of and freaked out. Oh toddlers.).