the worst game

My kids invented their own game.
'Tis a bit dangerous.

Player one hides in ample cardboard box.  Player two & three close box.  Player two & three vigorously stab holes in box with pens.

Umpire steps in and calls cease-fire.  Sends players two & three to penalty box.  Discussion of infraction ensues.

Game over.

love/hate relationship: Lego

I have a love hate relationship with Legos.  They keep little hands busy for a long time.  Yet someone always dissolves into tears.

Can't find a piece?!
Dude, we've got like, 300 more!

Will you help me build this?!
I'd love to.  But we're out of clean underwear.  And clean dishes.

And the shooting pain when blindly stepping on a "lost" piece.

Yet watching them build is sorta like watching their brains work.  And the joy on their little face when a creation is complete!

Lego :)

Time to do the dishes

It's just one of those days where I wish to curl up on the couch to take a wee nap.

But my kids hid the couch cushions.

So I guess I'll do the dishes instead.