Ezren was sick and went to bed early, so a few boxes Legos were brought down and played with in the living room.
Peeking through the window in my sewing room...
Isaac kept wanting to go upstairs to get "the perfect piece" to finish his car/helicopter/whatever. Even with all the Legos downstairs, he still needed something else.
Something better.
Something perfect.
It's not just Isaac who plays with Legos.
Olivia likes them too...only she pretends with them. It's not the building that interests her, it's creating an imaginary world.
She's making an operating room ("surgery center") for her little motorized mouse.
Poor mouse. I wonder what's wrong with him.
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