I wasn’t into Lego as a kid like my own kids are today. I didn’t have the patience for complicated construction plans, or the necessary creativity and commitment to build something from start to finish without them, either.
But these guys are right up my alley.
They were a gift from Anne and Phil, some of our best friends in the world (literally, as they’re from England).
One is me, one is Marcus, and one is a wrestler equipped to help us handle the girls when they’re unruly.
They sit on the kitchen windowsill, and bring a smile to my face every time I do dishes. With three kids, that’s pretty often.