No one should invite the world of Legos into their home without a full understanding of their impact on your sanity. It starts innocently enough. A small car with a policeman. 20 pieces. And then a boat. 108 pieces. As your child’s (and their father’s) interest grows, so do the Lego boxes. Now the pieces number in the hundreds. Like 500. Before you know it they are everywhere. Some are built and sit proudly on the shelf. Others are missing just a few pieces and lay next to the bed waiting to be completed. But most end up like this:
The crisis moment came when a friend’s son was over, and while we were visiting, he took apart a boat that Ryan had just finished. You know, one of the ones with hundreds of pieces. I was shocked because of how old the boy was. Um, you don’t take apart completed Legos…pretty sure that’s a written rule somewhere. There were tears, and we never could find all of the pieces to put it back together. Well, I finally hit my Lego mess limit. I brought in the big gun…Harvey. And we now have some order. I sure hope it works.
Now I will only go crazy from all of the trays falling over.
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