Lego Rocks

It’s an exciting time. What were once random bits of plastic have become potentially interlocking units of an infinately metamorphosing whole. Sofia has had her Lego farm for 6 months but is only now learning how to stick the blocks together and build things with it. I think my own psycho-motor capacities are developing too. She asked me to make a house and instead of my usual chaotic assembly of blocks I found myself thinking through beforehand the best configuration of blocks to produce a window, a doorway and a roof too and then executing my vision. She was impressed. I felt triumphant; like a Dad who’s just knocked up a rabbit hutch with his bare hands. And all from the supine comforts of the sofa (from which I’m barely able to get up and make a cup of tea at the moment).