I step on legos everyday, and it hurts. And my living room is always covered in legos, toys, and baskets full of toys. I've given up on trying to keep it neat. It's turned into Jack's playroom over the last 2 years. I get really mad when I step on a lego because it feels like stepping on glass. I have to hold back the words that want to come out of my mouth. But I know that he is only little for a short time, and I am in no hurry to see that go, so I'll deal. In the mean time, my living room is just going to be exactly this. It's a wreck, but those legos will be missed someday when he is a smelly teenager and wants nothing to do with me. Not that I think he will ever not worship the ground his momma walks on, but I prepare myself for that.....just in case.
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