Wasn't that the name of a recent book? Or was that a million little pieces? I tell you what almost has million little pieces...the blasted Lego kit that Ian received for his 5th birthday. The box says 6-10 years, and I'm starting to wonder if that's how long it takes to finish. Granted, there are instructions with these pseudo three dimensional pictures that tell you exactly how to connect three pieces the size of your pinky fingernail, and then how to do it again in reverse for the other side. All this to build what appears to be semi-truck on steroids with a steering wheel that mysteriously is attached to the rear of the vehicle. After about an hour and a half in, Ian is just playing with the wheels, and I'm trying desperately to put on the windshield. My eight year old takes over for a while before she tosses the truck in frustration disconnecting about 30 minutes worth of connections. I have to go back at least 10 pages in the instructions to figure out what went wrong. Who comes up with these things? Do they really think 6 year olds can do this? Where are those brilliant 6 year olds?
We give up for awhile to eat waffles. Ian decides to hook up the wheels and just make his own alien ship/semi truck Lego thing, and I could not be happier. I have a feeling several key parts made their way into the vacuum later, but what to do?
On a better note, my brother will be happy to hear that I got the kids playing an awesome game of wiffle ball in the backyard. Ian's new nickname is The Wiffle. I definitely am more adept at slow pitch with a large plastic ball than the minuscule Lego units. Ian is still running to third base first, and neither kid is exactly sure how to hold the bat, but we're getting there.
And to think, this is only the first day of summer vacation.
