That? Is the most perfectest example of maternal love. :-) When he is a grown man (and an architect or engineer) you can remind him of this, and what he owes you.
FIRCK. I think I stepped on that damn thing in Alex’s room about 20 minutes ago. If only he would hurry up on his teleporter technology I could have sent it to you.
And Alex’s closet is now all things Lego too. Great minds think alike. Well, I’m saying you have a great mind. Mine’s always in question.
Good work! And this blog post makes it well worth it too, as you now have proof to show him whenever he tries to say “you never do anything for me” or whatever variation he’s fond of. : )
Ah, you’ve hit on my plan: An elaborate trail of evidence of the awesomeness of my parenting. The only flaw is that I’ve made myself look like a buffoon.
Wow, I am impressed! I tried once to collect and find all the pieces Danny needed to reconstruct one of the sets he got for his birthday. He had gotten the pieces all mixed in with all the thousands of others he owns. Yeah, after about 30 minutes, I gave up. You are my hero!
When our boys were heavily into Lego, I bought a large tarpaulin sheet with handles, especially for the purpose of containing tiny lego pieces when I had to tip boxes of them out to search for specific widgets like that! Happy Days!
See, I knew we were twins separated at birth. I have spent a good part of my afternoon doing almost precisely the same thing. We don’t have quite as much Lego as you (yet…), and it was all tipped out on a tablecloth on the floor, but it can still take an astonishing amount of time to find precisely the right tiny piece Fainjin needs to make his crane-truck.
Yes it was
You are bonkers. As always:)
That? Is the most perfectest example of maternal love. :-) When he is a grown man (and an architect or engineer) you can remind him of this, and what he owes you.
A mother’s love…you can’t get that hour back…but looks like it was worth it!
Yep, I’ve done that too. Not for Lego pieces, but other tiny toys.
been there only to find it under the couch
I came over to type the following comment “This is another one of your posts that needs a like button!”, but then I found a like button :)
what. . . was that? Like a little pivot thingy?
FIRCK. I think I stepped on that damn thing in Alex’s room about 20 minutes ago. If only he would hurry up on his teleporter technology I could have sent it to you.
And Alex’s closet is now all things Lego too. Great minds think alike. Well, I’m saying you have a great mind. Mine’s always in question.
You win at Mother Of The Year.
Good work! And this blog post makes it well worth it too, as you now have proof to show him whenever he tries to say “you never do anything for me” or whatever variation he’s fond of. : )
I’ll have to make him design a building for me. :)
I think it was. :)
I’m just glad it’s not one of the ones that I vacuumed up.
Yay! Thanks!
Yep. ;)
I don’t know. Jack had a name for it. Evidently it was important.
We could get our guys together and maybe they could build a teleporter…wait for it…OUT OF LEGOS.
I await my trophy.
Ah, you’ve hit on my plan: An elaborate trail of evidence of the awesomeness of my parenting. The only flaw is that I’ve made myself look like a buffoon.
Now that is a good mom!
Wow, I am impressed! I tried once to collect and find all the pieces Danny needed to reconstruct one of the sets he got for his birthday. He had gotten the pieces all mixed in with all the thousands of others he owns. Yeah, after about 30 minutes, I gave up. You are my hero!
When our boys were heavily into Lego, I bought a large tarpaulin sheet with handles, especially for the purpose of containing tiny lego pieces when I had to tip boxes of them out to search for specific widgets like that! Happy Days!
That is very smart.
Aw, thanks.
Yeah, I was only finding one piece. I can’t quite imagine finding a whole set’s worth.
See, I knew we were twins separated at birth. I have spent a good part of my afternoon doing almost precisely the same thing. We don’t have quite as much Lego as you (yet…), and it was all tipped out on a tablecloth on the floor, but it can still take an astonishing amount of time to find precisely the right tiny piece Fainjin needs to make his crane-truck.