My life is full of Legos…pieces, parts, complete sets, sets we MUST own. Legos.
There was no way to escape them, I know this now. My husband has been obsessed with them for years. Then we had the Gingers — boys who also share the obsession of Legos. When Ryan was old enough to love them, my husband was full of happiness.
And, in theory, they are awesome. Hell, I played with Legos: awesome building fun! Back then, we just had some loose ones and built houses, cars, airplanes. Now? There must be 5,439,293 sets available; and Lego stores; and Lego amusement parks; and Lego video games. My life is full of Legos.
When are they NOT awesome?…here’s some examples:
- When you step on one…in the dark….CUSS, then put OTHER foot down and step on another with the OTHER foot. Lego fail.
- When your cat has 6-toes, and packs them around the house, hiding them.
- When your son lost ONE, yes ONE piece, of a 753 piece Star Wars Lego contraption, and has a full breakdown to FIND IT.
- When your stupid puppy (that weighs 50 lbs), likes to eat them. Often. And dismantle them. When your children do NOT put them UP.
- When your children see a Lego advertisement, begin Googling said Lego set and then commence NON-STOP BEGGING FOR IT…and it costs $199.99.
So, I have Lego-assery, and don’t see a hope of it ending. My husband is over 40 and loves them. My boys have a LONG road of Lego years ahead of them. BUT…if Auzzie, the puppy, starts pooping them? I’m DONE.
P.S. Confession — sometimes…when no one is looking, I ‘might’ vacuum some and send them away. Maybe……..no one can prove it.