A house sold across the road from us and the people who were moving out decided to have a bit of a clean-out. As a consequence, some really interesting stuff started appearing on the footpath. One day I scored two buckets of Lego. I kid you not, two freakin' buckets of LEGO, people! That stuff costs a fortune and I got two buckets - one of kiddy Lego (Duplo and big stuff that can't get stuck down throats) and one which will be more appropriate when Little Man doesn't feel compelled to taste everything he holds. Mind you, in order to get the Lego I did have to sort through three buckets of shite, picking through pencils, broken plastic toys, old lollies and lots of nasty little hairs (eewwwww).
I also acquired one of those wood and wire bead mazes. It was in a bit of a state.
However, I was convinced I could bring it back to life so I dragged it back to my house and added it to my pile of Half-Finished Shite . . . and there it stayed.
Weeks turned into months until one day I realised that if I didn't finish it soon Little Man would have no use for it. I mean who wants a wood and wire bead maze at their 21st?
Behold, Little Man's new toy . . .
It's a bit of a hit and, as a consequence, it was surprisingly hard to get a photograph of it without a sticky little hand getting in the way.
