Pieces of Me
Despite his knack for destruction, Ian is showing signs that he sees value in things more lasting. Or at least that are harder to break.
He’ll ask to play ‘the Train Game’, which really means he wants me to put the train together so he can crash it into things. ‘Smaunch!’, he says. Except we never get that far. He’s too impatient, and doesn’t understand the delicate art of deciphering a LEGO instruction manual.
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