Recently (as in, this past year), my nephew has for some reason become obsessed with Poundland, which is a shop in the UK where everything costs £1 (there are probably equivalents in other countries, like I believe there’s a store …
Day thirteen. Unlucky for some, unless you like Lego minifigures because that’s what we’ve got: He’s holding some kind of control and has the look of a man who’s left a very nasty surprise in the bathroom.
Woah-ho! We’re half-way ther-re, Woah-ho! Lego everywher-re! And on day twelve, we get… a lamp post. Brilliant. And yeah, the kids are fine. I mean, they’re Lego so of course they just pull themselves back together.
On day ten, a little friend shows up for Billy to play with: Aww. And so the emergency has now ended and the firefighters can get back to putting out fires.
Almost forgot yesterday… or I guess it is still Day 9 some places. In any case, on day nine they set up the hockey goal, and Ignacia does her best to join in and keep the lonely boy entertained:
And on day six, Iggy remembers to attach the actual plough: