RAISE YOUR HAND. 

Every parent hates legos, there isn’t even an argument. There is always one that gets misplaced or one that always happens to be right where you are about to step, leaving you  in agonizing pain (I am sure unequivocally similar to death.)

I have to admit that my hate for legos doesn’t lye in either of these facts. I have personally come to terms with the fact that I will get hurt at least 5 times a day (whether it’s in a big or small way, it will happen.)

My issue with legos is not the legos themselves, my issue is with my own kid. I am not exaggerating when I say this either, but every single time I am in the midst of creating my personal lego masterpiece, the kid has to come destroy all hope. EVERY SINGLE TIME.

It’s like while I am supposed to be supportive and uplifting of all of her dreams she gives ZERO SHITS about crushing mine…Like your welcome for giving you life.

I hope I am not the only one who feels like their child is out to get them half the time. Most days all I hear is “Who here has felt personally victimized by their own child?” and awkwardly raise my hand, while running through the toy section at target trying to pick up all of the mayhem my child has caused.

 

Also, if you’ve never seen this movie, I cry for you…

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