Update on The Lego Bricks

Per Mark's comment I ventured into the attic again. I proceeded to very carefully open the top Lego box and this is what I found:

People it is true. Each baggie also has the booklet inside. It was downright scary. I tried to find a copyright date but was unable.

Pardon the glare on the booklet....

My children saw these Lego bricks and instantly started to hyperventilate. I told them that they do not respect the Lego bricks. As the ones from this morning are still all over Davis' floor. And not one of them is in it's own separate baggie, complete with instruction booklet.

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Anonymous said…

So, we might need copies of those booklets if Mark "okays" it. Jess kept all his legoes, but not the booklets...and if he knew about the booklets he would be coveting them. :-)

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