Lego tales

Yester-evening, we had a short start to the weekend and in one generous moment of purchase, each child got a new set of lego. Everyone loves lego! By the time we got home, it was time to sleep and we had to convince the kids that they can play with their new toy tomorrow. And that's what we did.

0830: lego fix

There was a set of police station (with a mini jail!) with 2 policemen and 1 bad thug.. and 1 dog (so cute! - everyone loves lego details!) The other set purchased was a horse stable.

After K assembled the junior stable set she chose, she proceeded to join the husband to set up the (more difficult) police set. I distracted J, who was no help at all but a hindrance, really, and introduced him to the stable set. He played with it a bit and then suddenly exclaimed, "Mommy, the horse is flying." This little boy was swooshing the horse around - as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Look Mommy, a flying horse!

You know, at that moment, I laughed. I laughed at his ingenuity of making his horse fly, I laughed with joy at how simplistic kids are - he wanted to make it fly, so he did. Who cares if it's real or not? And that moment was brilliant, a very happy moment where I felt immensely proud of my carefree little boy. 

After the husband had completed setting up the police station, I spent some time playing it with the boy. His clumsy (and rough) fingers kept breaking everything when he tried to maneuver the little legoman within the station; he undid the ladder (oh oh, broken), but that did not stop him. He delighted in driving the policemen and their vehicles (a motorcycle and a car) up and down - sound effects included. It was very cute to watch and I'm glad that this lovely toy brings lovely joy. 

And then he was fiddling with the vehicle, got frustrated and said (the funniest thing), "Mommy! Why cannot! He cannot drive the car!" 

Hands not (capable of) touching the steering wheel

HAHAHAHA oh boy, that made me laugh. Aaah, this little gem of a boy. What a sweetheart.

All this excitement of playing his new toy made him resistant to nap. So by 2pm, we had a very cranky boy on our hands. He insisted on "playing my new toy. Where is the policeman!" whine whine whine. I decided to hide the toy and told him that I'll look for it after he takes his nap. Meltdown ensued.

Then I had an idea.

You get one policeman to sleep with you and protect you, ok?

That worked. It worked in appeasing this boy in love with his new toy, plus he was already tired from being 2-hours late in taking his nap anyway.

What a joyful morning filled with anecdotes all associated with the new lego toys!