We have dabbled in Legos, testing the waters to see if the boys are interested or ready for it. Now that the boys are a bit older and on the precipice of kindergarten, their dad has lost his ever-loving mind. He says it’s for the kids, but he’s lying to himself, God and everyone. He’s been waiting for this day, secretly longing to trade in those big blocks for that intricate, interlocking brick system. You know the Lego movie? Did I marry the dad? Maybe? Hmm.
I joined Weight Watchers, which is basically AA for chubby people, but that is another story for another time. My husband has turned my WW meeting nights into “boy time” which has become Lego night.
It starts on the toy aisle at Target. You think, “oh, this is on sale – such a deal!” But that ill-fated Target trip was like a gateway drug. Next you’re checking out the toy store. Then you take your little crumb-snatchers to the Lego Store, until finally you take a family trip to Lego Land. You have a problem. You don’t even know it.