Grama and Grampa gave Ben a ginormous Lego set for his birthday. He was up building until 10:30 last night at which point the Evil Witch made him go to bed.
He got up this morning at 7am and has spent the last two hours bent over it in pure devotion.
The set is a Medieval Market Village, full of darling little Lego wine goblets and cunning little legs of roast meat. I want to play with it. Ben called me upstairs just now to view the waterwheel-powered metal forge he’d built — with a mini Excalibur on the forging fork. I’m going to pocket that thing when he goes back to school.
Then, because I’m terribly practical and boring, I asked if he wanted breakfast.
Ben:Â “Can I have it up here?”
Mom: “Up here? No.”
Ben:Â “I’d be like Daedalus, who invents things while eating toast.”
[Me, having a moment. ]
Mom:Â “Ok, Ben, I’ll bring you breakfast up here.”
Ben:Â “Thanks Mom!”
**I know I haven’t written in a month. The birthdays and holiday parties and concerts and decorations and visits stomp on my fragile practice like a boot on floss. I’ll get back here soon. Happy holidays.
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i love that set!!! glad he had fun with it.
i miss these words
I love it when my bookmark for DWS gets a number next to it; that means you’ve posted something new.
Ben’s posting on Facebook right now: “Had to play my mom with some literary jive today. Reeled her in with Daedalus. She’s PWND and I got breakfast in my room.”
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