Sunday, March 23, 2014

What do my Legos say about me?

So, a few weeks ago, my students at school used my Legos for a project.  They said they smelled like syrup, so when we were done, I decided to wash them.  I washed some in the sink, in my colander, and some I tied up in a pillowcase and threw in the washer. Air dry, it worked GREAT!

I decided to sort them before I put them back into the tub.  I took out all my people and the tiny part, and put them into a zip top bag.  What I found concerned me a bit. . .

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Here’s my Lego family picture.  A slightly dysfunctional family. 

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Luckily, we have lots of headgear. Any occasion, I’m prepared. From baseball caps to witch doctor masks to hair. 

That was not as frightening as this: 

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Why are my mini-figures this well armed?  I mean, really? That’s quite an armory.

And speaking of “arms” 

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These unattached heads are slightly creepy.

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And these dismembered body parts.  Notice that there’s an unequal number of heads, bodies and legs.   Oh, and yet another knife.

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But hey, we have plenty of flippers And an oxygen tank.

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Oh wait, all is well.  We have a magician’s hat, a magic wand and a ghost suit.

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Why are there no girls? Why do I have so many weapons? Why do I have  half a skeleton and a ghost? I have no idea. 

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