I bribed my kids to dance with me
today. Well, I guess it’s not bribery, it’s teaching how to earn money for an
honest five-minutes of work.
Of course, they will just save
their quarters until they have enough to buy another Lego set. Have you noticed
all the bins behind me when I dance? All. Legos.
I’d really like to convince them
to get rid of all their other toys because Legos seem to be the only toy that
they care about (besides electronics, of course).
My husband loves Legos, too, but
for some reason they hold no interest for me. The only aspect that I find
interesting is the special characters series that they sell. They’re kind of
like trading cards in that you don’t know which one you’re going to get when
you buy the packet.
Only we’ve never seen them in the
stores. They’re always sold out.
Interesting. I like rare things.
Collectible. Special.
All the issues that lie within my own
struggle with my depression—a need to feel special. A need to be seen.
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