Perhaps they took notes as I repeated, yoga mantra style, "It never hurts to be prepared."
Of course I ignored my husband's frequent references to my OCD-like attention to every possible road trip crisis. Come on, doesn't everyone pack 48 markers, a 64 pack of crayons (with built in sharpener), two back up pencil sharpeners, 3 boxes of Kleenex, GPS, CAA maps, and a cooler of food.
Did I mention the cutting board and knife?
Not just any Lego, but the new "girl" line - Lego Friends.
Yes, it's mostly pink, but there's nothing weak about it and from my brief stint as a "Lego Lady" I see the wisdom in their early Christmas order. Lego has a history of running out of the most popular sets and in Canada this is even a greater risk.
For my over planning pommes, a Lego deprived Christmas is too horrible to consider. Hence, the 6 month early Christmas list.
For the past two days the girls have played Lego; building cars, helicopters, and houses with impossibly tiny doors. And the best part? They never argue when they're Legoing. Not one snarky comment. Nada. Zilch.
So, as I sit writing quietly in my cottage living room with tiny powder pink and celery green bricks wedged into my heels, I have to say, "Pass me a stamp."
This is one letter that must get to the North Pole before the December rush.
*This could totally be me. Joyfully writing while the girls build cities of Lego.
Except for the "bigger-than-my-head" veggie burger.
Definitely would've gone for the Smokie dog.