I have discovered the 8 year-old boy version of crack cocaine. Legos. I know- I am probably not the first mom to make this comparison, but let me enjoy the moment anyway. I could sense the "obsession" coming back in the summer. All he talked about was the "Lego store" in Ontario and going to "Legoland" someday soon. Then, the holidays came... Between Santa and the grandparents and the Aunt and Uncle and Mommy and Daddy... the addiction came into full bloom. There are little plastic bricks covering every square inch of any available surface of my house. I step on Legos. I vacuum up Legos (and then dig them out of the vacuum), I sit on Legos, and I honestly think Shelby has taken to eating Legos. The most amazing part? Elijah can't stop talking about Legos. If we tear him away from his "creations" for two minutes to say, eat, he spends the entire meal talking about what he's gonna build next. He reads Lego magazines. He visits the Lego website. I'm telling you... Legos are like crack for this boy. He has a chunk of change from Christmas gifts, and what does he talk about buying? You guessed it. I do have to make a Wal Mart run this weekend... Maybe if I remind him about the Lego aisle, he'll go along a little more willingly and pleasantly. I swear... they're taking over. At least the drug of choice at the moment is a little plastic building set. It could be worse. It could be girls. Thank you, Lord for small blessings!
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