Message From Us Grown Folk: Leggo My Legos

…annnnnd now, another message from us grown folks:
Young’uns! Whenever I vacuum the back seat of the car, I’m reminded of the day I told my boys to leave that new Lego playset in the Toys R Us bag and WAIT – until we get home to open them.

…and everytime I walk through the house, barefoot, in the dark, I’m also reminded of the many times I told them to put those new Lego pieces away, hours prior.

Now that you know where I’m coming from, I’d like to share something with you, on behalf of all the fathers…

Each time daddy steps on a Lego at night = one less Lego in your collection. Now deduct the amount of (unreturnable) Lego pieces that got sucked into the vacuum bag and you get your remaining total.

Now, if you think we’re being unfair, it’s open for discussion, as we are fair men. But before you bring it before the council, consider the alternative in the form of a question: If your father steps on Legos, three nights a week, how long before YOU come up missing?

…and don’t bother asking my sons. They’re not available for comment.

Then again, if you’re unable to read any of this, you’ve probably left your Legos out, one too many times already…

…here endeth the lesson.

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