Yes, those commercial jingles of old could have been singing about me. I love my legos and I'm getting quite skilled at assembling them. Taking them apart, on the other hand, usually consists of one of two methods: bringing them to whichever parent is closest and instructing them to separate the individual pieces and place them on the table in a very specific spot...or, throwing them at the ground. Either way works, but the latter is faster and more satisfying.
I have two lego men; one, you've already met (Oleg). He's the one who rides the rocking elephant with me. The other one, shown here, is Rolando. He's a little larger, but he's a lot of fun. He's also more businesslike though he has been known to kiss me and Oleg. Mama has already constructed him several pyramids and a carwash.
The other night, after I went to bed, I heard muffled voices talking about my legos. Mama was cleaning up the front room, and she came across this structure. She asked daddy if he made it, and he said no and she didn't believe him. I was upstairs laughing! She thought it was too precise and symmetrical for me to have done it, but daddy apparently kept a straight face and said that no he didn't do it. I don't know if she believed him or not, but I'm not going to be the one to bring it up.
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