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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

The Leading Edge in Home Defence

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We were visiting/staying with my husband’s sister.
Her home was in the country, surrounded by acres of Adventure.
Our kids loved it.
They had worn themselves out running outside, creating worlds with Lego inside, and were finally tucked into their respective beds.
The visiting adults had followed their example and were peacefully snoring.
My Husby and I were on the hide-a-bed in the family room.
All was quiet.
I should explain, here, that the family room was situated at the top of the stairs.
That the master bedroom was down said stairs.
And that anyone wanting to use the bathroom would have to walk through our room, between our bed and the only source of light in the entire house, the glass patio doors.
Back to my story . . .
I heard a noise.
As the mother of six, I was instantly awake.
A floor was creaking.
Someone was coming up the stairs.
An adult-sized figure materialized out of the gloom beside me making their slow, careful way towards the bathroom.
For a moment, they were silhouetted against the patio door.
Then they disappeared.
I’m not making this up.
They disappeared.
One moment they were there.
A black cutout against the lighter door.
And the next . . . gone.
I sat up.
“Who’s there? What happened?”
My whisper sounded loud in the stillness.
My Sister-In-Law’s voice from the end of the bed, “?@$%&* Lego!”
The figure reappeared, rising up from the floor.
Its gait subtly altered, it continued towards the bathroom.
Lego is the best, most imaginative toy ever, but those who have had the misfortune of stepping on one of those little blocks with an unprotected foot know the pain.
Let’s wince together.

P.S. I've just had an amazing thought! Spread Lego blocks around the house for defence. As long as the enemy approaches barefoot, you've got them!

20 comments:

  1. "The way of the Lego, a mystical journey..." LOL

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    1. Straight to the medicine cabinet for bandages and iodine! :)

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  2. I like your idea for a line of defense. And honestly, even if you're wearing shoes you can twist an ankle stepping on one of those things (says the mom of 2 boys)!

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    1. Definitely an expert talking there, Karen!

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  3. Oh the pain! Been there, got the grid in my foot to prove it! I can just imagine the additional pain she went through, trying not to shriek!

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    1. She was absolutely silent. I'm sure she was screaming, though. Inside...

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  4. Lego's were almost banned from my house in the late 90's due to a similar unfortunate incident involving my husband and a pile of legos, left out for the millionth time by the boys! I love your "lego defense" idea - brilliant!

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    1. Why, why, why can't they just put them away???!!! Thank you! I think the idea has merit. I'm thinking of proposing it to the armed forces...

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  5. I howled when I read this! And I winced! Great post!

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    1. Make 'em laugh. Make 'em cry. And in the same post! I sense some sympathetic feeling there! :)

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  6. At our house it was little Barbie accessories....tiny high heels, purses etc. Ouch.

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  7. Did you ever play with jacks back in the day------I learned a few new words when our father stepped on one. :)

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    1. Jacks! Yikes! I can't imagine! Your poor dad! :)

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  8. LOL! The Lego Defense!!!

    I'm thinking of sprinkling them around the yard...

    Pearl

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    1. Do it! Then sit back and see who you get! Too bad your square-headed neighbours moved out. You could have experimented on them!

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  9. I remember having them as a kid and stepping on them as a mom. The first definitely better than the second.

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    1. Oh, the imagination they engendered! And oh, the bad words...ditto...

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  10. My mum was way ahead of everybody when it came to Lego. A giant sheet with a drawstring through the hem on all four sides, it was just about room sized, she'd made it herself. All Lego constructions were to be confined to the room and to the sheet. At the end of the day the sides were lifted and the drawstring pulled tight with all pieces contained. Hung from a hook on the back door until next day. Not sure what the kids thought of it, but mum was able to walk around in bare feet whenever she wanted, midnight or not.

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