Someday I will walk into my boys' room and I won't have to step over something like this:
It is treacherous. I wish I had a nickel for every Lego I've stepped on in my life.
I will miss it though when it's gone. I will miss marveling at the ingenuity of the creations and the innovative use of blue blankets and shirts to represent water.
I also wonder if Mark's wife will someday make the request I make. Will you at least make a path from the door to the bed?