There are thousands of Lego pieces all around my house. They’re my son’s who is a Lego fan and master builder. Inspired by someone on Twitter, I recently made him a robot with as few pieces as I could. The problem is I think I have developed an addiction problem… I can’t stop!
Every time I see him playing with his Lego sets, I find myself loitering to see what I can put together. I’m slightly worried this is a post-forties crisis. Am I going to be one of those old men going to the Lego shop asking for pieces by reference number? oh dear.
Well, to avoid that, my son and I have started coming up with names so we can tell each other what piece we’re after, for instance a Ben 82, is a Lego board 8 studs wide and 2 studs tall. There are Sams, Prittys, Tommies, Bobs and blind Bobs.
Funny thing is that it works and it’s not hard to remember! And I’ve started forgetting everything. I’m also secretly pleased we’re developing our secret language.
My oldest son (6 years old) loves waking up at about 6am and staying in bed until waking up time reading with a torch held between his shoulder and his head. I decided to make him a reading lamp, one he could easily put away and position to read his books comfortably, and more importantly… one that looked like a robot!