This Christmas we – the two olds in the house – were gifted Lego kits by the younglins.
It’s become kind of a tradition.
These gifts were inspired by the newly released movie – the last of the Star Wars saga.
(Himself has been given various Star Wars space crafts.
And one year the Apollo Saturn V NASA rocket. I got Wall.E )
This year the kits declared they were age appropriate for 10 year olds.
Who decided that?
We are not ten year olds. Far from it. Far, far….
Yet we needed a Lego Master to guide us through to success.
Otherwise it would have been a D.I.S.A.S.T.E.R
I received a primer test kit to complete. By myself.
Swallowing hard, I dove in and ripped the bags open. Well, gently tore. Experience has taught me to open them very carefully onto a tray. Lest itty bitty tiny pieces fly into nooks and crannies never to be found except by the vacuum cleaner perhaps months, or even years, later.
Forty steps. 141 pieces.
Then it was onto the REAL thing. YODA. Standing proud at 40cm, grasping his light sabre in his left hand.
547 steps. 13 bags of pieces. 1771 pieces. Gulp.
See? It says10+ In my book it should be a whole lot more plusses…
There are three of them. Seriously. Have a closer look.
I was so focused on constructing, deconstructing, reconstructing
calling on The Master for HELP!
that I forgot to take photos of the working phase.
May The Force be with you