When we go away on holiday, I usually pack the Lego for the girls to play with. The pink plastic Lego box is relatively small and compact, but holds their large collection; figures, flowers, windows, wheels, roof tiles, and copious amounts of bricks in all shapes and sizes.
My brother and I used to play with Lego all the time as kids, and my brother still has a huge chest of drawers full of his childhood Lego, that he will not let anyone go anywhere near. Thirty years ago the colours were quite boring - but now there are pink, purple, and lilac bricks in abundance.
We have just got back from a weekend away, and of course, the
Lego came along too. On Friday evening, I set Tom the challenge of making a pink house for Betty - he was only allowed to use the dark pink bricks. Rising to the challenge, he got to work, and two hours, no talking, and a few beers later he produced his masterpiece. Meanwhile I had gathered all the tiny 'one-hole' square bricks and made a two metre 'skyscraper'. We both proudly left our creations for Betty and Dolly to discover the following morning.
It was not long after breakfast when I heard the crash. I heard Tom's anguished voice from the next room and ran into the sitting room to discover Dolly with a big grin on her face and bits of tower and pink house, smashed all around the room. With Tom visibly upset, we silently cleared up, having banished Dolly into the garden. Heartbreakingly, Betty helped us clear it up, telling Tom that she thought that the house had been very nice, but next time could he make her a palace. For the rest of the weekend Tom and I found one-hole bricks all around the house, while Dolly snickered in the background like a cartoon villain.
