“Mommy… can you help me please?”
“Sure, Zeke! What do you need?”
“I can’t find my white Clone Trooper helmet for my Lego guy.”
“The white Clone Trooper helmet that’s the size of a pea located somewhere in that pile of Legos the size of a haystack?”
“I really need it, Mommy…PLEASE?”
“OK, Zeke…Is this it?”
“No! That’s a Snow Trooper helmet! Mommy, you’re so silly.”
“You’re not the first one to tell me that, Zeke…Is this it?”
“NOOO! That’s a Lego Mime beret hat!”
“Of course it is…Is this it?”
“NOOOO! Mommy! That’s a Ninja hat from Ninjago Masters of Spinjitzu!”
“Oh, sorry but there are hundreds of white helmets in here, Zeke!”
“Never mind Mommy, that’s OK. I’ll find it myself. Can you just go to the kitchen and get me a snack please?”
Great. Now my 5 year old is treating me like a dumb housewife from a 1950’s sitcom.
Curse you, Legos!…
(Sigh…)
3 thoughts on “When my son asks for help…”
Love this post…. I wouldn’t have known the difference either. I would have just cursed when I stepped on them in the bedroom.
Seek is too cute.
I have a little container with compartments for all my daughters little lego pieces…makes I a little easier. as long as she puts the pieces back in the container ( which means me..lol )
Yeah, I’m always looking for things to make”my job” of cleaning easier!!! Ha!