You remember this.... stepping or kneeling on one of the small blocks. Your skin had six perfect holes in your knee, surrounded by a perfect rectangle. You screamed, yelled, kicked at these little blocks. Now that G is all about Lego, a shiver goes up my spine.
I've watched my siblings and their spouses walk across a floor. They don't walk as much as shuffle across, as if they are kicking away any hurtful item on which they may step. With each step, they move dolls, trucks, horses, blocks and every other toy out of their path with their feet like those shovels on the front of a truck.
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The worst are balls. Goodtimes, being the younger of the children, gets the toys the other two have outgrown. One of his favourite toys spits out six balls. He likes to bat these across the room, and well after he's home in bed, I come across a wayward ball in the middle of the floor. After he leaves, there are balls all over the house. I'm just glad he enjoyed himself.
Dammit. Lego will be in our lives for years to come, now that G is into it. Then it will be E, then Goodtimes. I just love knowing that in our home - our adult home - there will be no stray toys on the floor to puncture our feet, roll our ankles or tangle our toes. Floors that lack danger? That's a bright side to barrenness.
I have definately (sp) have come across many a wayward lego piece at P+J's house as S+N are totally into lego. Here at my house the problem is sticky stuff ewww! I always have to wear slippers because I HATE the feeling of sticky stuff and bits on my feet. Where does the sticky stuff come from? Juice being dripped on the floor mainly, but also these gummie toys that my daughter loves; why? I'll never know. They come in ball form or these sticky hands that you throw against the wall and they stick there. Gross.
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