The Lego dump truck was almost complete, when, alas, we discovered one of the grill pieces had gone missing.
As everyone knows, a dump truck with half a grill is almost worse than no dump truck at all.
Eliot quickly determined that we should call and report this mystery to the police:
"I'll be the police guy, Mom. You make the report."
Eliot: "Okay. Now where were you last playing with the truck?"
Me: "Ummm...let's see...I think...I had it right down there on the floor, but I don't see it anywhere down there."
Eliot: "Uh-oh, this is bad. I better call in the fire trucks. And do we have any gum because police guys always have gum."
Me: "So we're going to launch a massive search for the grill piece?"
Eliot: "Yes. And can you call Plablo from the Yardigans and tell him to come and call the airport guys?"
Me: "Dude, if I do that, this place will be crawling with authorities."
Eliot: "That's right, baby. We gotta find that piece."
This kid cracks me up. Seriously, I could not make this stuff up.
I'm looking forward to another year of hijinks and wild imagination. :)