The other day, I posted an article about how my son, Daniel, created a Lego mini-figure in my honor. It made me feel like a successful parent. Ironically, the very next day, I was reminded not to let that success get to my head. Here’s the story:
Daniel and Luke were playing in the den while Cindy and I were cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner. The boys began arguing over toys. Daniel had apparently taken a toy from Luke, and Luke was not happy. I heard the disturbance, and without investigating further, I asserted my firm dad-means-business voice and said, “Daniel, give it back to Luke.”
What I did not realize is that they were fighting over MY Lego Head! Lego mini-figures come apart, so you can mix and match new figures. My head had most recently been placed on a Lego Storm Trooper body from Star Wars (which is fine with me… I was like Han Solo saving the princess). Daniel had taken my head off again before dinner in anticipation of making a new creation later. After dinner, Luke got a hold of it, and the fight over my head ensued.
When I ordered Daniel to return it to Luke, Daniel handed it over begrudgingly. Luke took the Lego head, and decided to demonstrate his indignation toward Daniel by popping the head (my head) in his mouth, and then he swallowed it. I don’t think that he meant to swallow it, and it scared Luke into a screaming fit (scared mommy and daddy, too). We soon decided that Luke was not in any danger, and settled down. Luke has been very interested in how his body processes food lately, and he asked a question that I think is very smart for a three-year-old: “Is it going to change into poop?” It did, indeed, pass the next day, which Luke thought was “himarious”.
So, my High Honor of being immortalized as a Lego figure is no more. It goes to show you, that if you let success get to your head… your head might end up in the pooper.