We've reached the Lego stage

I keep finding him perched here, on top of the toy chest. He builds, tears apart, stacks, rearranges, occasionally calls for help or names some complicated thing he'd like us to build for him. My nails are torn up from prying apart tiny plastic pieces. I've learned to watch my step in the playroom, trying to avoid the sharp corner of a Lego in my foot. But really, this is kind of a peaceful toy. Quiet and creative - the sort of thing I don't mind spending an afternoon playing with. The sort of thing I might even play with on my own.




Side note: Do you remember being able to crouch in that position? Oh, to have the flexibility of a three-year-old...