The game was likely prompted by our new daily indulgence (hey we needed something to get us through winter!): a trip to the candy store across the street from our apartment. It's an old-fashioned kind of candy store, with a traditional candyman just like the one you might imagine selling wonka bars. Parker goes in for the chocolate ambulances, police cars and fire trucks; Peter goes in for chocolate umbrellas and the box of chocolate pencils. I like the truffles.
On the way the other day.
Peter: Parker and I will open a candy store when we grow up.
Me: I thought you wanted to go work for lego.
Peter: Nope. We want a candy store.
Me: Really?
Peter: Yes, you can buy legos there too.
Me: I don't think they'd taste very good.
Peter: They would too because they'd be candy legos. (He's now grinning like the cheshire cat and rapidly conducting speech with his hands.) You could first read the instructions and build the toy with the lego candies. Then when you were tired of playing with it, you'd eat it. You could even eat the instructions because they'd be made of candy too--like a paper candy.
Me: Edible play things. Well, just so long as you make a the fat free variety, I'll support it.
Plea to Lego: One exceptionally enthusiastic 5-year-old apprentice for hire. Feed him, raise him and house him, and he's yours.
