Our oldest loves LEGOS. Specifically super hero LEGOS. This love is fed partially by me, the LEGO Marvel Avengers mini movies available on Prime and Netflix, and the fact that you can’t roll-over, crawl, walk, run, skip or jump without seeing a super hero shirt, toy, book, advertisement, or bedding...IN OUR HOUSE. Don’t even get me started on Target. We don’t even try to teach him the different between DC and Marvel. He’s Got his whole life to have that, but his favorite hero is Captain America (the first Avenger), with his second being a tie between Spider-Man and Batman (...”who always pays his taxes? Not Batman!”).
He’s three years old, and in my defense, playing with Legos is excellent for improving fine-motor skills. Except that when he takes the figures apart and starts to mix up the body parts, parts start to go missing. Heads, helmets, limbs, shields, etc., are littering our cars, house, yard, and heaven knows where else. He is currently on his 4th and 5th Batman because there’s no chance in Gotham of finding the Dark Knight in the dark of night in our backyard, or even in daylight for that matter. Part of Iron Man is residing in his Grandparents’ puppy’s stomach from this past weekend. There’s no coming back from that. Poor Iron Man.
Even his birthday cakes were LEGO blocks and Super Hero LEGOS. We are literally feeding his addiction.
He was removing their heads and switching them around the other night when he was suppose to be getting ready for bed. I finally, out of frustration from always looking for missing parts, told him the truth: “Son, every time you remove a LEGO man’s head, an angel loses its wings.” He didn’t understand my plea, so I tried a different tactic: “If you remove his head, Spider-Man dies.” All I got in response was, “Ohhhhh.” I’m going to guess he doesn’t believe me considering he currently has three Captain Americas, and two Batmans.
LEGO is going to continue to make bank on us.