Earlier this week, I signed Griffin up for the Lego BrickMaster program. Apparently, I figured I hadn't been spending enough time keeping Lego sets organized (I'm down with OCD, yeah you know me) and Griffin doesn't have enough Legos to use despite us easily having over 10,000 bricks in the house.
Yesterday he received his first package and carefully examined all his paperwork. Then, he curled up in my lap with this in his hand, and sweetly asked me to read it to him.
All of it. Right down to the "Management hereby declares itself not responsible for theft or loss of any personal property."
Griffin batted his eyelashes and proclaimed "read it again, mama!" like it was the bestest bedtime story he had ever heard.
Then the questions started.
"Mom, where's California?"
"On the west coast."
"How many days does it take to drive to California?"
"I don't know... three or four I guess."
"Oh. Hmmm.... how many days does it take to fly to California?"
"Just one day, Griff."
"Mom. Can we go on an airplane and go to California? I need to go to Legoland."
Dude. For the past 25 hours all I've heard about is Legoland and California. Right now, as in right now, the boys are in the living room flying airplanes and x-wing fighters to California.
Uh.... how long is this suppose to last?