My Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I are hosting the 13th Annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge, in which hundreds of teachers participate in posting a story per day.

Dear Kids,

I love that you both love Legos. However, the Lego situation in our household has spiraled out of control. They are literally everywhere, in every room. On the floors, on shelves, tables, countertops, in beds, on the edge of the bathtub, on the kitchen counter. Everywhere. There are Lego creations that you built years ago that you refuse to take apart. There are little collections of certain special pieces that you refuse to mix together. There are Legos that Jackson won’t touch because “they’re Lily’s,” and Legos Lily won’t touch because “those are Jackson’s.” It’s too much. It’s out of control.

Look, I love Legos too, but we have got to do something. I have stepped on one too many sharp little pieces, and I’ve put away Legos for you both one too many times. Yesterday, I saw Indie sniff a tiny brown Lego piece, then lick it, and then eat it. He did it so quickly there was nothing I could do to stop him. I’m sure he thought it was a crumb. He’s an old doggo and he gets confused easily.

So for little old Indie’s health and protection, and the safety of my super sensitive feet, I have an announcement for the two of you.

From this point forward, all Lego creations and collections of special pieces are allowed to exist for one to two months and then they are taken apart added to the big buckets. Additionally, all Lego creations contained to the shelves in the living room. Period.

All questions and concerns can be submitted to your father.

Your Mom

P.S.

Just kidding. Your father and I are a team. I would never do that to him. Or would I…?