The Lego Age
A story about the toy that's been around longer than her old man.
We hit a new milestone yesterday.
The child is now assembling LEGO. ON HER OWN
The last part about her doing it on her own is important because that means I don’t have to.
I never understood the LEGO. Back in the day, we just had the multi-color squares that you made a big bar out of and tried to hit your sister with it. Maybe if you were really lucky one of your buddies would have some wheels and you could make a “car” - if you dared to call it that.
Then your Dad stepped on a piece one day and then from that day on you didn’t have any LEGO.
I still have nightmares.
Times have changed. Now LEGO comes in a set like a recipe or a just add water pancake mix. It even comes with instructions! Instructions, people.
I think it would be a lot more fun if it just came with the picture on the box and that’s it - here’s 1000 pieces and a dream - go!
In the adult world, this is called IKEA. There’s instructions but they’re pretty useless so good luck with that LARGO arm chair with just 3 legs.
So now we have a LEGO-er. She ripped open the bags and started to spread the pieces on table but I impressed the importance of keeping the little parts together - especially with this stuff - because if you lose just one part you are screwed.
This morning she got up early in part to continue working on her Lego and then tonight she showed me the finished product so we’re on this hardcore here. It this lego-ing keeps up I will happily be uber-ing more to pay for it because this is a lot better than a weekend of YouTube Kids.
I do have a problem with the new and improved LEGO. Aside from the instructions - what the heck are you supposed to do with it when you have assembled it? I never figured that out. I guess if you’re a collector you put it on a shelf and invest in some dusters?
Maybe the point of lego is the puzzle and getting it done. It’s the trip, not the destination perhaps? Bragging rights? You’ve got me.
Personally, I don’t get the appeal but she does and it keeps her happy and entertained on a school night (and morning!) and in my book we’re calling that a win.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.