This is the scene in our living room right now as my wife (that's her on the right) helps my youngest son, Jack, sort through approximately 8 billion Legos and build The Burrow, which you Harry Potter fans will recognize as the name of the Weasley family's home.
It's one of the things that makes her a hero. Not only that she has Lego-building skills that she has passed on to our son, but also that she has the patience to sit on a living room floor and sort through the pieces with (and for) him.
Jack has been on a Lego kick of late, but trust me, what you see here is just a portion of our vast Lego empire. These are Lego bricks assembled through the course of many years of birthdays, Christmases, etc.
I was never into Legos as a kid, and it's honestly one of my least favorite things to do with the kids now. I'll do it, if pressed, but I guarantee I won't enjoy it.
To her credit, Terry likes Legos and she'll do anything to keep Jack occupied with something other than electronics. Given his druthers – and someday I hope someone gives me a big ol' pack of druthers – he would spend entire days on the Xbox and iPad. This is generally undesirable, so if he shows any interest in something non-digital, Terry is ready to pounce.
She's a good mom that way. She's a good mom every way, really.
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