It is full-fledged LEGO-palooza here, folks! Sam is full-out obsessed with them, announcing as such, “I am obsessed with LEGOs!” He was even yelling in his sleep last night, “I want more LEGO Agent bad guys!” Here is an intro to LEGO Agents if you dare! Soon he’ll be starring in the “Night of the Living LEGO-Zombie.” Nah, on second thought, we’ll pass on that whole fame and fortune thang — no child stars here. Don’t want him in rehab before he is old enough to get his drivers license. I’ve got standards — he must be at least 21.
He definitely got the LEGO gene from Daddy Mac who still has his childhood collection stored away for Sam’s inheritance. As for me, I’ve never owned a LEGO in my life or ever played with them. Don’t you worry, I’m more than fine with that. Heck, just looking at them makes me bored, frustrated, and sleepy. It seems like one of those things you are either really into or not — kinda like the Twilight series. (And I’m into that. Not so surprisingly, Sam and Daddy Mac are most definitely not.)
Lately he comes up with about five inventions a day that are the “best invention ever” with “lots of great details!” It is amazing how tiny, tiny, tiny these pieces are — like the size of a tick! I’ve been known to mistake a Lilliputian LEGO pistol for a speck of dirt. Now I need to use a magnifying glass before vacuuming for fear of sucking up a bad guy’s visor or some diver guy’s oxygen tanks. All the more reason not to vacuum!
Sam’s LEGO love affair is so intense that he even prefers his LEGO world to even watching TV! Now THAT says more than 1,000 words! His idea of heaven is having every LEGO kit in the world. If you take a gander at his overflowing LEGO box as well as the countless random pieces scattered all over the house, he is well on his way to knocking on heaven’s door… Hopefully in heaven it won’t hurt so much when you step on them barefoot.
LibbY
I hope you’ve taken out a small loan to finance this LEGO endeavor. We bought some as Christmas presents for our nephew about 10 years ago and gave up date night for a few months to subsidize the cost! I thought now that I’m an adult with kids of my own, maybe the price would seem more reasonable. Um, sorry Kid # 5 who invited us to his birthday — here’s a nice coloring book and a box of crayons. Have at it!
Libby, my son is approaching 8 and has more legos than the store. Ah yea, really… no exaggeration! It’s an addiction I tell ya 🙂
These leogs are in every room of our house. If they didn’t make William so damn creative, and so damn inventive, I’d suck them up with the vacuum as well 🙂