The Boy Child has never been a huge fan of Lego, per se.
He likes it ready to play with, with Mum having done the hard work of building it.
He currently takes part in Lego Therapy at school a few times a month,
where he joins up with two other boys and they work together to complete a project.
They take it in turns to be the supplier, the engineer or the builder.
All ways to help build, if you’ll excuse the pun, communication skills and teamwork.
But I digress …
For Christmas, The Brainy One decided I needed my own Lego set.
And while it has been therapeutic, I’ve reached the stage where
I’ve realised that I’ve obviously made a mistake.
But isn’t that the nature of Lego?
You just take it apart when it goes wrong and start again.
I may be some time.