I've never uploaded a video to my blog before, but always inspired by classy gals like this, I decided to give it a try.
Let me give you a brief back story. We got my daughter Lego's for Christmas. Half of them were mine from my childhood, half of them were my husbands. So we busted them out of storage and envisioned hours of fun building things with her, while secretly encouraging her creativity and making her a mathematical genius. (What? Legos doesn't cause mathematical genius? I could have swore I read that somewhere...)
So, she gets the Legos and she excited about it. Because now, she has a 5 gallon-sized tub of thousands of little colorful things that she can dump out and watch mom and dad curse every time it takes us 20 minutes to pick them all up. It's fun. Oh and every time we step on one that somehow got left behind, she gets to see us hop around on one foot, get red in the face, say a bunch of funny sounding words and then give a speech about how those are naughty words that only mommys and daddys should say.
But my husband, he gets into this Lego stuff. He is actually a 12-year old boy in a man's body, so short of blowing something up and talking about boobies, Legos are like, top of the list on ways to spend a Sunday afternoon. But, as I have mentioned before, he's also a bit of a nerd. He doesn't build houses or simple square things. He only builds machines. If it doesn't have an axel, spindle, hinge, wheel, pulley, valve, motor, or any other kind of moving mechanism in it, he won't build it. You never know what's going to be next. I always tell him he should have been an engineer. Of course, somehow, making 6 figures for doing what he loves doesn't appeal to him. Why would it? Why would he ever want to be my sugar daddy so I could work out and play tennis all day? No, building Lego machines is really a much better plan... (insert eye roll here)
And so last night, in his attempt to build something his 3-year old princess-loving daughter would appreciate he built this: (just watch it, it's like 15 seconds in all- PS- that voice in the background is my daughter making her Lego people talk to each other in her pretend grown-up voice. Yes, that is apparently what I sound like to her...)
It's a like one of those huge windmills you see parked all over the Midwest, generating energy. Except this windmill doesn't generate energy- it generates gayness. That's right- look closely and you will see his two little Lego men dancing together on the platform. And just the fact that it's two men, that wouldn't necessarily make it a gay-mobile- but the fact that one of them is a construction worker is CLEARLY evidence that these two are a couple. I mean, can anyone say Village People?
Much to husband's dismay, our sweet 3-year old couldn't be bothered to look at his awesome dancing contraption because she was busy playing with the scrap of material I had just discarded while I was cutting pieces for a new quilt. To her credit, it was a super cute print, can you blame a fashion-loving girl?