When you think of Legos, don't you just think of quiet children, peacefully playing together or alone, building and creating endless forts, cars, spaceships, etc? You might even think of the incredible Lego sculptures you might see at an amusement park. Or you might even think of Legoland, whee, yippee, so much good clean fun! Well, when my boys outgrew their Legos, I put them all in a donation bag for the Salvation Army. It's always so great to be able to share perfectly good toys with children who might not otherwise be able to have them. Unbeknownst to me, Dan spotted that innocent bag of Legos in the discard pile beside the back door. He took it upon himself to squirrel it away for future purposes. These purposes have been secretly guarded in the underground brotherhood of men that exists in this family. Only recently did I find out that these colorful, children's building blocks...
were being furtively assembled and glued together into forts and various other configurations...
and then stashed away under cover of darkness into the cobwebby recesses of the ice chests...then when there's a camping trip being planned, these artistic creations are just ready and waiting to be hauled out to the desert, set up in various locations, and become targets for shooting practice with paint guns and with real guns. These peace-loving, angelic boys I'm raising have no problem putting on their camouflage jackets, arming themselves with their weapons of choice and blowing these harmless little Legos to bits. This is Reason #97 why I never go camping.