be still, bubster - we are missing a piece

The day after Christmas, I sat the kids down to explain the returns line and my desire - my profound yearning - to hear little to no whining while we wasted a perfectly good day purchased batteries for new toys.

Complaining (I'm looking at you, Zack) would lead to the shiny new beloved toys being locked away until I wanted to see them again.

A day that may never come.

We returned home, the civil unrest quelled. I understood the excitement - I am nearly manic myself this time of year, impatient for the new year to begin. But for now, for this week, I am mired down with this head of mine, the post-holiday clean up. I did my best laundress imitation and used the mounds of clothes as an excuse to watch The Namesake. My Big Plans would have to wait.

Soon, I was swept up from the debris, the thank you cards, waiting to be written. I was hanging out with Gogol, seeing the Taj Mahal.

I paused the movie, to take what was supposed to be a quick break to grab some tea, when my boy asked if he can start putting together his lego-y Pirates of the Carribbean ship. And I agreed, because I am stupid and think he is brilliant and doesn't need my help. Surely he could raise the mighty ship while I sequestered Christmas socks.

What, with it's...235 pieces.

You see where this was leading, right?

Zack and I bonded and built a home for our beloved Jack Sparrow, until it was time for dinner.

I was humbled by my utter lack of lego skillz.

(2008: the year of the novel and Mega Blok lessons?)

*****

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