I have a love/hate relationship with my kids’ Legos. I love that they are open-ended, build math skills, foster creativity, and keep both my boys occupied for hours. Literally, HOURS. I could almost take a nap once they get into the zone.
I hate cleaning them up, stepping on them with bare feet, and finding them EVERYWHERE. You know what I mean. You always miss one teensy, one-nubbied, primary colored bit of plastic, and it appears out of nowhere after you’ve swept, vacuumed, dusted, and scrubbed. They’re like hard plastic cells, constantly multiplying behind your back.
I came across this odd creation today. Sort of disturbing — eight heads brutally impaled on both ends of a lightsaber. Or maybe it’s a totem pole. Kids… go figure.