My house is a minefield of Legos and marbles at
the moment. Two of the Christmas gifts that my boys got this past year were a marble maze with over 300 pieces and a Lego set—the kind with the teeny tiny pieces. One wrong move and I’ve got a Lego lodged in my heel or I’m sliding across the floor like some uncoordinated ice skater.
I think I’ve done something to piss Santa off.