Don't Tread On Me

My parents were able to be here with us this weekend for General Conference.  It was fabulous.

Yay, for Conference.

Yay, yay, for Grandma and Grandpa getting to spend it with us.

While they were here, I learned a little idiosyncrasy that both Grandpa and Grandson possess;

If there is a path...they will block it.

Shoes, suitcases, toys, backpacks, jackets...whatever is in their hands, will be set down, under foot.

So funny.


Chase consistently commits the same offense. My little Lego-lover leaves Legos laying right for your instep to find.  Have you ever been surprised by a Lego in your instep?  Horrible surprise.  It smarts.

One night, a couple of years ago, I ventured into his dark room to kiss the forehead of my sleeping boy before retiring for the night.  On the floor, directly in my path, right for my Gigantor feet to find, was his Christmas present Lego set.  What took him two days and several hours to assemble, took me 1.5 seconds to annihilate. Oh, the tears.  Chase may have even shed a few as well.

So, you would think that he would learn. 

 

 

I know what all of you seasoned, veteran mothers and grandmothers are all saying;

 

 

"There will come a day when you will be sad when there AREN'T Legos to step over anymore."

 

 

So, for now, I guess, I will just tread lightly.  And, after a late night stumble into the kitchen for a drink of water, I will be glad that I have a documented  picture of this Lego set. 

 

He can use it to help him rebuild it.