Lego = Best Toy Ever

My Dad and his wife gave Zan a 1,045-piece Batmobile Lego kit when he was two years old (Batman action figure not included, but we had one handy; nice touch, eh?). Because the box said “Ages 10-14,” I decided to wait until he was almost the ripe old age of five to open it, and then he and I assembled it over a period of about two weeks.

It was during this undertaking that I discovered I totally love Lego. Who knew? (Perhaps it’s because building something with Lego doesn’t involve me pretending I’m a horse, or a customer at a restaurant, or a policeman, or a fireman; nor does it involve making action figures beat the piss out of each other … but I think I would be equally as enamored with Lego even if I hadn’t been subjected an unfathomable number of times to the other aforementioned forms of play.)

At his insistence, I took Zan to the Lego store over the weekend, and he picked out this one. Comes with four 50-plus-page instruction booklets. So far, he has been doing most of it on his own while I look on. Pretty impressive.

In search of something to do indoors with your children that not only won’t make your eyes glaze over with boredom, but that you yourself will actually enjoy? Get thee to a Lego store.

(Someday.)