before we left the uk, for what might actually be the laziest holiday ever known to man, ronnie was gifted a mountain of lego. he was beyond thrilled, what 6-year-old wouldn’t be. he was very good though and instead of flinging himself into a lego frenzy as we were rushing out the door to catch our plane, or insisting we took the lot with us, he calmly said that he wanted to save it all until he came back.
at the time i thought how very grown up of him, and praised him for such a marvelous idea. however i forgot that he wanted to make it when he came back. so even after getting home at gone 3am he was up again at 8am announcing “it’s lego time!”
we spent most of the day in this position.