Random Rhombus

I must admit, I have a real love hate relationship with legos. They are the most wonderful creative toy, but I HATE HATE HATE stepping on them in the middle of the night while walking clumsily in the dark. They get everywhere, are the perfect swallow-able/choking size, and yet, they make wonderful artworks like Atticus' "Random Rhombus" possible. So, Legos, I hate you and I love you... can't you pick up yourselves?
Speaking of my Attman, I overheard the most hillarious story the other day. Junie said, "Atticus, Mrs Sarkady let's us say potty words!" Att said, "NOOOooo she doesn't! She sends you into the hall if you are naughty like that!" Mom says: "Att, did she send girls into the hall?" Att says, "No, just boys,... well, not just boys, just me." Mom says" Wait... you are the ONLY person that ever got sent in the hall?" Att... "Yep" Mom: "Did you get sent into the hall alot?" Att... "Yep...(and then slaps leg repeatedly) But we can laugh about it now!!" It was such a funny conversation, and Jord and I are still laughing about the things that he will "reveal" later... Hmmmm.