Disclaimer: As with “Things Found on my Husband’s iPhone“, my husband is aware of, and okay with, me exposing the depths of his life in this post...or he just knows how to make me happy.
As I mentioned briefly at Christmas, Chris’ parents brought him all of his childhood Legos.
And believe me, it was QUITE the collection – I’m pretty sure we could buy a new house with the investment if they were e-Bayed (have you priced Legos lately?!).
(Don’t tell Chris I even mentioned such a thing – I’ll be stoned to death with Legos.)
He has been in memory-lane-blissful-heaven going through them all and playing with Ali*.
(*- Ali watching fascinatedly as her Daddy gets all excitedly gleeful remembering all of his individual Lego men and how he used them in battles, adventures, and imaginations in general.)
He has also undertaken quite a monumental Lego Reorganization Project. Because, as he pointed out, “Lego boxes are very inconvenient to see all of your pieces – there’s only a little lid and you can’t see the rest”. So he bought himself a rolling cart and has been spending some time relocating his play-purties from this:
I started helping him with his sorting process, but after he was re-doing everything I did, I told him that I would need to know his Top Secret Sorting Code to be able to be most effective as his Reoganization Assistant.
And so he told me. No, of course I can’t tell you or I’d have to kill you, one plastic bullet at a time, with the help of a Lego Soldier and his plastic machine gun.
Along with this sorting process, he’s realized that he kept all of his favorite Non-Lego treasures in with his Legos, so we’ve reserved one of the old Lego containers to keep all of these special, and very valuable, collector’s items:
They include especially rare and esteemed items TOTALLY worth saving for twenty-five years, such as these dismembered-roller-skating legs:
And, although this face doesn’t exactly look like a perfect match for the legs, maybe He-Man would like to try out a new mode of transportation?
…at least now I know that Ali gets her decapitation skills from her Father.
I wonder if we’ll come across a decapitated Rachel, Phoebe, Monica, Joey, and Chandler to keep him company?
And a Casino?!?!?!
But back to Showbiz for a minute…whoever decided to trade in that awesomely dream-filled name for Chuck E. Cheese??? Must have been on drugs.
At one point, Chris said, “Here’s a piece of wood wrapped in hair!! Ew…who’s hair IS that?!?”
Not EVERY childhood find can be a pleasant one.
And finally, if you know of any cowboys missing a boot out there, let me know:
The question of the day: Did that boot belong to He-Man or Ross?