Remember when your children got toys at Christmas that had about a thousand little pieces. We had daughters, so there were Barbie dolls with little hair brushes, combs, makeup jars, little plastic high heels and all kinds of little pieces. The girls would lose them and fight over them. I gave them about two weeks, and then the little pieces would mysteriously disappear. End of problem.
Well, now, my children’s kids have Legos. Every time I hear the name, I think, “Let go my Eggo.” It just sounds like someone is spoiling for a fight.
Recently, my youngest daughter reached her limit regarding the constant battles over the Legos. Here’s her blog “The Uncoordinated Mommy”.
My mama called this, “Paying for your raising.”
The link is below. At least Tracy has a sense of humor. And she’s nicer to her kids than I was to mine. At least they’ll get their Legos back. Under my system, they were gone for good.