NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The big Lego Cities are the best, yet we are running out of space.
On a sick day a week or so ago, Charlie decided Max needed a challenge.
[You know, sick days, when a child gets an ear infection and complains just enough to get the daycare's attention to call me from work, but then when at the doctor's office becomes "miraculously" better, but yes, it is an ear infection. You must stay home the mandatory 24 hours for the amoxicillin to kick in. The pink chalky gooey must taste good medicine because he takes it like it's crack.]
So Charlie did this to the police station. The really big eight books of instructions and bags after bags of Lego bricks to make Police Station.
So Max took a deep breath, spit in his hands, rubbed them together, and went in full force. OK, so he really didn't spit in his hands and rub them together. (But it sounded good, didn't it?)
I chuckled when he pulled out a book and told me he needed bag 7. Well, there it is kiddo, in one big pile, along with bags 1-6 and 8. May the force be with you.
He was an utter champ.
Then I was that really cool mom and took my kids to the Lego Store. Do not walk, RUN, to your nearest Lego store and try not to spend all your money.
My name is Natasha and I am fully aware of my part in nurturing my children's obsession with the little bricks.
March 7th, 2016
