Although primarily a place to discuss my parenting experiences, we are not afraid to tackle the bigger issues here at Thirsty Daddy. I’ve written about Facebook Anxiety Disorder, racism , and even discussed the Syrian refugee crisis before it had entered the national consciousness. I like to think that from time to time I’ve educated as well as entertained.
But there are some things that I will admit confuse me. Things that I have a hard time figuring out the purpose to.
I don’t understand what you are supposed to do with Legos.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand the premise. You take several thousand small pieces of plastic and over a several hour period use them to construct a toy of some sort. They teach patience, fine motor skills, and direction following. It’s a great project for parents and children to work on together, leading to an eventual nice sense of accomplishment.
What I don’t understand is what they expect you to do next.
One of my daughter’s Christmas presents this year was a very nice Littlest Pet Shop hair salon Lego set. Both her mother and sister worked very hard, for a significant amount of time, assembling it, and despite Alaina’s best efforts at helping the end result was a very cute little Lego building, complete with cute little Lego animals as customers.
One that was completely impossible to play with.
It was impossible to play with so after several days of nonstop aggravation and repeated building renovations she took the whole thing apart, much to the frustration of the original builder, but not the repairman. It was taken apart and the pieces added to the tub of mismatched bricks and blocks that had been handed down to her.
I’ll freely admit that I am completely incapable of putting together anything more complicated than a sandwich. Cribs, entertainment centers and such are left to my wife. My job is to stay out of the way and move heavy stuff if it becomes necessary.
Even with this construction ineptitude, when I was a kid I enjoyed putting together model planes and cars, sometimes with my father’s help. I probably used more glue than was called for, but at the end I had something that I was proud of. Something that went on display on a shelf in my room. When she is older I look forward to doing the same with her.
I think we are going to stick to the basics from now on around here. If we want something to play with, we will buy it fully assembled. If we want to dump a bunch of random plastic pieces on the floor and see what we come up with, well, that sounds like a lot more fun to me.