One of those “You know you’re old when…” moments
I’m the mother of a toddler. I’m also the daughter of an engineer, and the wife of an(other) engineer. Put this together and what have you got? Someone who shops for Duplos.
Duplos, as you probably know, are Legos for the preschool set. They’re bigger, chunkier versions of the same bricks we’ve all grown up with, and they hurt just as much when you step on them barefooted. And for me, they provoke the same addictive frenzy: As soon as you buy one set, you’re scoping out your future purchases.
I was at the Lego shop over the weekend, agonizing over which box to buy. I had an Extremely Helpful Saleswoman who was able to point out the pros and cons of each collection in great detail. So when I finally made it to the checkout, I thought I was completely satisfied. But that’s when I saw the Lego Brick Separator:
I would have killed for this tool when I was, say, eight years old. How many times did I scrape up my fingertips while trying to pry those thin bricks apart? How many times did I mess up the bricks with bite marks when I resorted to using my teeth? I told Extremely Helpful Saleswoman how much I envied this tool, how much I would have loved it when I was a kid. I almost wanted to buy one now, just to make up for lost time.
And that’s when Extremely Helpful Saleswoman told me that the Lego Brick Separator has been included in every set for at least the past twenty-five years.