The first two hours of my day began with August asking me to build him a LEGO house. He’s usually very good at playing by himself for long stretches of time, EXCEPT when he’s tired. Today he was tired. So, I put him off until I was done with one cup of coffee, one bowl of hot cereal, putting away the clean dishes, washing the newly dirty ones, and saying good-bye to my husband as he left for work (It all sounds so 1950’s when I write it down like this).
I went into his room, grabbed a spot on the floor next to him, and began building. Normally, I don’t take architectural direction from a four-year-old, but since he had been begging for two hours I reluctantly began to build him a LEGO house. After building what I thought was a damn fine house with a slanted roof and a window for the entry, I presented it to August.
“Ta-da.”, I exclaimed brimming with pride.
“What is it?” he said as if he’d never seen a house before.
“Umm. The house you’ve been asking for.”
“Oh. Can I see it?”
“Um, well, okay, “I said knowing full well where this was going.
And so the quick destruction of my house began. He hooked his LEGO trailer bed up to the bottom of it, he ripped off my masterpiece of a roof, tossed it over his shoulder, and replaced it with some LEGO-crafted airplane wings, and it just went on from there. He had spent two hours begging me for a LEGO house, and spent ten minutes destroying it beyond all recognition.
Sometimes, I don’t know why I bother. Does this happen to you? Your kid asks you to build something, you do, you become completely attached to it, and he destroys it without even the slightest hesitation?