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Legos

1. Hurt when you step on them.
2. Crawl into every nook and cranny.
3. Like the vents.
4. Are loud and obnoxious when sucked into the vacuum.
5. Then spit back out on your foot.  We're back to they hurt.
6. Entertain little boys for hours and hours and hours on end.
7. Until little boys are tuckered out and just lay down in a pile of Lego
And go to sleep.

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  1. June Freaking CleaverMarch 9, 2011 at 4:37 AM

    Great pic!

    Legos also don't flush completely. Trust me on this.

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  2. EmptyNesterMarch 9, 2011 at 6:49 AM

    Great post! Funny and sweet with a great photo- Love it!

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  3. Heidi Smith Luedtke -- LeadingMamaMarch 9, 2011 at 9:05 AM

    What a sweet post. Love that "play until you sleep" philosophy :-)

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  4. HeidiMarch 9, 2011 at 9:26 AM

    My son started with legos, went to kinex, then on to robotics, and now is a mechanical engineer. Legos rock!

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  5. JoanMarch 9, 2011 at 10:17 AM

    I played with them this morning because Emerson wanted to make a train. We also made a Home Depot, temple, an aquarium and a long, long train. If only there was a great way to pick them up.

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  6. CountessLaurieMarch 9, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    Looks like Indiana lost his hat. But they conquered the giant... so all is well in LegoLand...

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  7. Stacy UncorkedMarch 9, 2011 at 6:49 PM

    They totally hurt - but if the end result is that awesome peaceful shot, so worth it. ;)

    WW: Peanut-Nut

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  8. TornadoTwosMarch 10, 2011 at 6:03 AM

    Love this! My boys love legos too and I've cursed many a time stepping on them. I swear they always lay pointy end up!

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  9. angie/ Seven Clown CircusMarch 10, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    So sweet.

    You forgot expensive. :)

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  10. M-CatMarch 10, 2011 at 3:26 PM

    Perfect picture! My boys were never much into Lego's and Sissy enjoys building something tall just to be able to knock it down, so they aren't on our radar too much

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