Please tell me it’s not just my house that looks like an episode of Ninjago? Seriously, it’s like The Big Lego City in my lounge room and I can tell you now, everything is not awesome with that.
A few years ago, my well meaning husband bought 150L of Lego. It’s been sorted into colours, figures, wheels – it’s a perfectionist’s dream. Except when it’s not. Except when a 21 month old who is obsessed with hats thinks it’s hilarious to empty said colour coded lego on the floor and use the container as a hat.