While looking through some old photos I found a picture of 8 year old me, in my footed PJs sitting at the dining room table, showing off the Lego bridge I’d created, Lego newsletter in hand. The photographer was my preschool aged little brother, so perhaps it’s not surprising that half my head is cut off.
I remember being intensely disappointed when my mom wouldn’t let me send this photo into the Lego club magazine. I mean just because I was in my PJs, and most of my face was missing, that’s no reason not to use the photo, right? Ha. Yes, the days before digital cameras.
When I showed the picture to my 8 year old daughter she immediately said, “Oh I should build a bridge! How about I build one and we see whose is better?”
Amusingly enough, taking photos of her with her creation I quickly realized it is hard to get the entire bridge in AND her whole face. So I ended up with bunches that look like this, and a new found respect for my four year old brother’s photography skills.
F.Y.I., I think she totally kicked my butt. This kid builds a mean bridge.