Legos are like oxygen to Jack. You just can’t keep that boy from his Legos. On both of our road trips the past two summers, we resorted to paying him $1 for every day he didn’t talk about “the L word.” Turns out, he can talk about things other than Legos, but it just takes incentive.
We were able to keep the bricks packed away all summer in the garage without being disturbed. But once we moved into the driveway, he found the bins and immediately started creating. The degree of integration between construction and Legos is astounding. Bricks, dirt, concrete, tools. Agh.
I just finished up making his Lego bags in an attempt to control some of the spread. We’ll see how it goes.
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