If you've been following me a few years, you know I used to regularly put together huge Lego sets with my son. We're talking 700 - 1500 pieces. My boy loved the finished products, but didn't quite have the brain power to complete construction on his own. Now my boy is nine, and can handle complicated sets. Usually.
The one he got for Christmas was a little feisty. It was an 800 piece Star Wars Lego set. I can't even tell you what it was without running upstairs to look at the box (which I'm not going to do). All I know was that it was a pain in the you-know-what to put together.
"Mama," my son said. "I need help!"
I looked at what he had done and discovered an error. I corrected it and let him continue. Five minutes later, the same thing happened.
"Mama, I think you need to do this part. It's too hard."
I looked at the instructions. It was for assembling the cockpit. I went to work and assembled about a hundred pieces worth of Legos. It took me forever, because they pieces didn't stick together properly, and when pressure was applied on one side, the other side would fall apart. Completely annoying! Anyway, I finished that stinking cockpit and attempted to attach it to the rest of the spaceship thingy. And do you know what happened? Not only did the cockpit fall apart, but the entire side of the spaceship thingy fell off.
That made me mad! I said a few choice words and grabbed a Lego cannon. I fired a cannon ball at the decrepit spaceship thingy. It toppled over.
My son couldn't believe I did that. "Mama, you destroyed it!"
"Yep. Mama has declared a Lego war on that faulty Lego spaceship contraption thingy! It must die!"
(For those of you who are concerned about my unnaturally violent outburst, don't worry. I managed to complete the spaceship thingy five hours later, and my son is now happily playing with it.)