The past few days, I have spent a considerable amount of time prying tiny Lego pieces apart with my nails, repairing damaged creations, meticulously following instruction booklets to build things, and visiting Lego.com a few times a day. In the beginning, when my son would solicit my help, I would try my hardest to involve him in the process. Those days are gone. Now, it's all me. I'm serious about building these things, and getting them built right. Perhaps, this unexpected consumption of my time will lead me to create something like this:
My husband would think it was HOT if I did.
You know, there's this fabulous little place called Lego Land just 30 minutes or so up the road from my house. It'd be awesome to see you!
ReplyDeleteThat would be fun. If we went to Lego Land, I would risk never seeing my husband or son again.
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