Lincoln Logs

Emmit got some Lincoln Logs for his birthday (thanks Aunt Chanda...I’ll kick your ass after the baby comes). So, when we got home, he said he wanted to play with his new "beat up toys", which one can only assume came from him hearing me threaten to kick my sister-in-law’s ass when I saw them.

Anyway, after explaining that he could only play with them in one area and that he had to pick them all up when he was done for fear that the dog would turn them into chew toys (she has a thing for wood...pencils, clothespins, etc.), he turned to Mattie, and said firmly, "These are not snacks."

So, he sat down & dumped his bucket on the floor...all 100 pieces. His little face dropped when he saw the mound in front of him, and he quickly said, "Momma, I need the "ra-rections". So, being the let-him-figure-it-out-on-his-own kind of mother that I am, I handed him the paper, and walked out of the room for a few minutes.

He sat there quietly, and then I hear:

"Momma, I can’t put this together!"

I call back, "Why not, Bubba?"

He says, "Because there aren’t any screws!"