While having dinner with my parents last night Calvin, with those sharp child eyes that can spot fun and mischief from miles away, caught sight of my old Lego castle which was down in the basement. We'd been cruising the shelves down there looking for games from my childhood when he happened to see the logo on the side of the yellow box. Before Christmas he wouldn't have even known what a Lego logo looked like (alliteration anyone?) but at this point the jig was up. Being more complex than his lighting truck it took him a bit longer to assemble, and being designed for an older age bracket than his train he needed a little more help, too. But not much. And now he's happily flying witches all over the kingdom and scaring unsuspecting knights with the trap door skeleton. I had almost forgotten those joys.
