I decided this morning to do a recce before I took the Doctor to the toy sale after pre-school.
He kept reminding me that he wanted an 'early pick-up'. Roger that.
Tiny and I battled through the hoardes of toy-hungry parents, wielded our pram, and pushed through to Lego-topia. Phew. It took a while of navigating through trolleys (FULL TROLLEYS!) laden with toys, but we succeeded.
It was then that I averted a very near and real disaster. There were only 3 of Police (7743 - I should have those tattooed on my body, I've heard them so often) the Doctor wanted. So I bought one thinking, hey I'll bring him with his zip-lock bag of money this afternoon, and if it's not here - et voila - I have back up plan Mama 101.
I picked him up at 2:25pm as per his request, we toodled off to Target and lo and behold no Lego Police 7743.
So we drove home, fanging it to get home to find the box hidden in my wardrobe (no doubt, where all good parents hide things).
The Doctor and I spent the afternoon building Lego together while Tiny lay on the couch in her 'birdy nest' because she was tired.
The long and the short of it is that I have been declared 'a really good Lego builder'. And damn it, I love it too.
PS - I can't find my camera cord. If anyone knows the whereabouts, please email me. I'd like that.