Legos Make Me Curse

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A million years ago my husband gave me a Super Chief Lego train set for Christmas because I am perpetually 12 years old.

This is what my train looks like built. Only someone else put theirs behind glass. pfft Amateur

This is what my train looks like built. Only someone else put theirs behind glass. pfft Amateur

When my oldest child was three or four I brought it out of the attic so we could play with it together. “Playing with it” generally ended with him taking it apart and me rebuilding it the next time we brought it out. I always had to look up the building instructions on-line because I had long since lost the booklets that came with the set.

At some point Lego started charging customers for the instructions on-line and warned everyone else to take their instructions down. So the train stayed in the attic.

Until recently. Apparently the people at Lego found their minds again and put the instructions back on-line for no charge. And “no charge” is right within my price range. So, yesterday I dragged the thousands of pieces of train out of the attic once again so that my youngest son could play with it.

 

This is what my train currently looks like.

This is what my train currently looks like.

 

Here’s the problem. At some point between now and the last time we played with it a bunch of my train pieces got mixed in with David’s Lego pieces. And because I have a problem with perseveration hate to stop something I’ve started I spent a few hours yesterday going through this:

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in order to find 12 of these:

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Incredibly tiny pieces

I found exactly one. Once I locate my mind we’ll be sorting and organizing the Legos.


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