My boys love Legos. They LOVE them. I can’t begin to describe this love, but it is very intense in their 11 and 8-year-old minds. Legos are all over my finished basement. I am not exaggerating this. They are EVERYWHERE. Seriously, I even found one on top of the toilet. It was Yoda. He was using the force to change the toilet paper roll (I wish!)
Have you ever stepped on a Lego? It hurts more than a staple gun. It is sheer pain, and, chances are, if you step on one, during your hopping and jumping and screaming, you will step on another. Legos can cause serious injury. You have been warned.
But, back to Lego Loves. It is exciting when there are new Lego sets released. In fact, it is a feeding frenzy. There are phrases such as, “Mom, I neeeeeeed this Lego set,” and, “I must have it today. Can we go to Toys-R-Us?” Pathetically, I get in on the action by saying things like, “Oh, yeah, that one is really cool,” and “Is Princess Leia included in that set? If so, we will have to get it!”
The Captain (my husband) gets frustrated with the Lego obsession. His usual statements are, “Do we really need yet another Star Wars Lego set?” and, “Do we really even know what sets we have down there?” (Side note: Notice the “we” in his questions. The “we” is not only directed at the dudes. Oh, no. Who has two thumbs and knows the “we” includes her? Yeah, this girl.)
The Captain felt this way for a long time. Until last November when Lego introduced the Harry Potter Hogwarts castle.
This set was the mecca of Lego wonderment. It looked huge on the internet, and all of us (and I mean all) imagined ourselves in Hogwarts fighting along side of Harry defeating Valdomort.
It had to be ours.
And then, magic happened. A coupon appeared in my inbox from the toy giant of all toy giants. Thirty percent off all Legos (except Star Wars Legos, of course). This was it! After all, who needed the Star Wars Legos when we could be at Hogwarts. The magic, the mystery, the castle would be ours! All ours!
So, I ventured to the palace of toys, grabbed the iconic castle and waltzed up to the register. I presented my coupon and my rewards card (seriously, ten bucks off a later purchase – which would most likely be a Star Wars Lego set – was a supero dealio) and opened my wallet.
Panic. No wallet was in my purse. I proceeded to dump it out on the counter in front of the cashier. Heat was rising in my face as I scrambled to remember where my wallet was. Bells went off as I realized it was in another purse, and one I had carried for only a pathetic two hours that past weekend.
“Will you take a check?” I asked the cashier while he stared at the feminine hygiene products I was trying to sweep back into my purse.
“Yes, of course, with a driver’s license,” he said, stunned by the massive amount of lipstick, store receipts and gum wrappers that were plopped on the scanner.
“Well, that would be in my wallet, you see, which is in my other purse. At home. Thirty miles away,” I added the last bit more for effect.
“Sorry, m’am. Can’t take a check without a license,” he said as he pulled the glorious castle from the bag.
“Stop! Put that back! I have a card in case of emergency – hang on and let me get it!” Not only did he stop, but now the rest of the store is staring at the frantic woman who is pointing viciously at the cashier with the flashlight on her key chain.
The hallelujah choir began singing. Birds chirped in the distance. And a peaceful ocean breeze passed over me as I brought out the shiny blue card.
“Will this work?” I said, smiling like the Mad Hatter.
“Ah, sure,” said the cashier contemplating whether to finish the sale or have me committed.
As I walked out with the bag, glowing in my purchase, I shuddered when remembered the words once spoken to me by The Captain:
“Only use the emergency card in extreme emergencies.”
I stood there, keys in hand, glorious Lego castle encased in the brightly colored bag and paused for a moment thinking to myself: Does this qualify as an emergency?
It didn’t take me long to load the bag in my car and drive home with it.
I apologized to The Captain, but it wasn’t necessary. Once he saw the amazing treasure, he, too, was wonder struck by its awesomeness.
Magical times. Magical times indeed.