File this into the “boys and girls are different” file, just in case you require further proof of the enormous diffferences in thinking processes.
Last night, my boys dumped their impressive Lego Bionicle stash in the living room floor and proceeded to construct horrible, multi-weapon bespeckled mutant cyber-aliens. That’s what they look like me, anyway. The boys have names for them all, most of which prominently feature unpopular letters like Q and K. Being boys, they left the mess out.
This morning, the pink sparkly butterfly princess (aka Middle Sister) flitted into the middle of the leftover pieces and built something herself while I was reading aloud a biography of Elizabeth Blackwell. She built a Lego Bionicle valentine. The boys are horrified. It’s an abomination. It’s a waste. It’s….well, it’s sweet. Eww.