The Mom Who Made Them All Cry

We were in the midst of the bedtime ritual. The day had seen many a lego war between my three boys, so all of their bedrooms were a mass of discarded lego ships, lego guys, and lego masterpieces drafted for the cause. Griffin had even used his prized possession in the battles, the Lego Pirates of the Caribbean ship. It was a birthday gift from Grandma Jo Jo and had taken Aidan many an intense hour of construction to get it built.

The lego ship is normally stored on Griffin's dresser, carefully placed there to ensure that no one or nothing even thinks of breaking even a bit of its precious cargo. I saw it on Griffin's floor and envisioned him stepping on it and breaking it in a middle of the night bathroom run, so I knew it had to be moved. I very carefully lifted it from the bottom to move it back on his dresser, but just before I was about to put it down, I slipped and well, I dropped it.

The crash of legos splattering here, there and everywhere on Griffin's hard wood floor was almost as loud as the wail from Griffin, and then from Aidan, and then, of course, the sympathetic crying from Brennan.

Griffin yelled, "It's broken!"

Aidan screamed, "It took me three hours to build that!"

And Brennan just stood with them, my accusers, and cried big fat tears watching the ship that was now in, what seemed to be, a million tiny pieces.

You want to know the fastest way to get three boys to cry? Yes, break a lego masterpiece. That will guarantee it.

I have promised Chris the world if he can fix it. I will resort to blackmail. Anything.