i am a lego kid. i loved it then and i love it now and the funny thing is that i never really had any. i had my brothers old gi joe and star wars figurines.

where do these seemingly unrelated topics converge you ask? well, my boy has two very large boxes full of lego. when i found these treasures in the storage room i had to beg and plead for two whole days to bring them out and play with them. finally, i succeeded. they were out. mine to build and create as i desired. or so i thought. i ripped into one of the boxes to find no, not a shit load of loose lego but boxed lego. all taped up. all in their little stupid boxes. my heart sank to my knees. i taped the box back up and put it away. when my boy asked why i didn't want to play i told him that i can't play lego his way. you see. he thinks that you have to keep all the different boxes seperate so that you can make that specific car or whatever is shown on that particular box again and again and again and again. he says that you buy the big buckets of loose lego to build whatever you want. this is all wrong i told him. sure you can make that car but when you are done you rip it apart and throw all the pieces in a big pile. its not like you can't ever make that car again but now you can make even better cars with even more parts. bigger. better. CREATE DAMNIT!!!! don't live by what the box tells you! thats like a serving suggestion on a box of shake and bake. you don't always eat pork chops exactly the same do you? no!!!

the sad part is, for his family that is a yes. yes we do things the same. always. you don't stray. same vegetables microwaved till soggy and nutrientless. same mashed potatoes. same same same.

my heart is broken. i touched a box. it said lego. it contained sadness.