A few days ago when we were in the basement, Charles insisted that I get out one of Mom’s old Lego™ sets. I put it on a table and put Charles on a chair to play with it. This bought me a few minutes peace but then Charles made me get up to help him, let me go back to my seat and then call me over again. I suppose he would have been ok with my just hovering, await his needs.
Charles ended up latching on to a picture of, of all things, a truck. Who would have suspected that? Dad tried to build a truck for Charles but Charles would initially be happy with Dad’s effort until he looked at the picture again and saw that it wasn’t the same. Then he’d cry. Eventually Dad managed to build something close enough to the picture for Charles to be happy.
Charles ended up liking the Lego truck a lot. He kept it with him most of the rest of the day. Erica said that he’d carried it with him on a trip to the store. He was running it around on the sofa when I got home. It was not all fun and games, however. A dark cloud was brewing — although it looked like a truck it was in fact built out of Legos. This made it not the very best vehicle for Charle’s hauling service. Charles ended up very frustrated and unhappy at rocks that wouldn’t stay in the truck and dead plants that wouldn’t stay either. What a cruel world it is for a little boy!