Ain't It The Truth

Our pal Jordana on the household menace that is Legos:

[ ]I almost miss the dinosaur phase and the endless stream of facts. The toys were limited to a few plastic dinosaurs generally set up in a scene somewhere around the house.

Legos are not so containable. Although I try to insist that they stay upstairs, the sharp little toys seem to migrate, and they never seem to all get cleaned up at once. Sigh. At least the girl's don't seem too interested in Legos, so perhaps I'll get a respite from their mess eventually.

To bowlderize Thomas Dolby just a bit, "it's entropy in motion."

Alas, at Orgle Manor, the current favorite toy is a big, heaping bucket full o' Magnetix.

Aside from the fact that Child Protective Services could probably come 'round and scoop us in for letting the Llama-ettes play with such potential killers, my primary beef is that they leave the pieces scattered all over the fairway. In the middle of the night the cat likes to find them and bat them about. You'd be amazed how much noise a metal ball-bearing can make when it's knocked about on a wooden floor at two ack emma.

UPDATE: Ooh, I just thought of something! SOOPER-SEKRET MESSAGE TO THE MISSUS! CLICK THE LINK! IF THE GELS PLAY WITH MAGNETIX, THEY WILL DIE! THROW THEM ALL AWAY IMMEDIATELY!! (THE MAGNETIX, THAT IS, NOT THE GELS.)