The days at our house are all about building with Lincoln Logs, Magnatiles, and Wedgits.
Good times are had by all.
Except when the sharing becomes “sharing” and the brotherly love becomes, well, maiming. But you know, other than that.
This afternoon Mike was starting up with his daily torment-mom routine. So I sat down to play trains/duplos/lincoln logs with him and Robbie. You know, the old “he must want my attention” routine.
The three of us built a village with a train running through it, and it worked out well. Minimal fighting. But after about 30 minutes, Mike announced that
You can go work on your computer, Mommy. We’re playing this.
So that was nice.