Things

I am a student and if I ever doubted it, this is the year to remind me. I ordered a set of Kapla blocks for Lennon (and me too, of course.) They are well made, properly balanced and easy to build with. They are also not easily outgrown. I had hoped to get them and bring Lennon downstairs after carefully setting them out for him to play with, but it didn't go that way.

The dogs scared off the delivery guy who dumped them unceremoniously on the side patio and left. My son found the box and brought it in to where Lennon and I were setting up his train track. Lennon, who gets packages from his other grandma nearly every day just knew it had to be something for him. I tried to make him forget about them, but who can forget a newly wrapped box? So then, I pretended to try and open it and said with a sigh, that we would just have to wait. I could not get past the tape.

Lennon took off for the bathroom and said, "I need my men!" I bit. I went in and there were a bunch of his super heroes drying out in the bottom of the bath tub. I scooped them up, glad for the diversion, and was going to help him carry them, but he said, "You carry those. I just need Wolverine."

Wolverine has Edward Scissorhands type fingers and Lennon figured he was the best bet for cutting through all the tape. Of course Wolverine is a three inch plastic super figure, but after such a creative solution, we had to open the box. Daddy produced a knife and the blocks were kind of anti-climatic after that.

Isn't that often the way of things?