just sayin': san diLego

day two: legoland. i tried keeping a running log in my phone of comments made throughout the day, as henro was on fire. here's my attempt at an abridged pictorial...

the day started with 78239678962894075 questions about the various lego creations around the park. "are those lego (elephants/zebras/etc) real?...real legos?...what's inside them?"

we eventually got him to understand how/why much of the park is constructed of lego bricks, with many things simply being non-functioning models of real stuff, then the challenge shifted & he thought everything was a replica made of plastic bricks. at one point he approached an actual, run of the mill trashcan and exclaimed, "whoaaaah! is this real?!?"

"there's no pedals on that fing"...

bad news: the wait for this 3 minute ride was nearly an hour...

good news: henro did this the entire wait...

a beautiful thing about lego paradise is that line wielding attractions have adjacent play areas full of bricks & tables where kids can pass the miserably boring waiting time. our routine put dad in line & me supervising henro. i was kept entertained & giggling under my breath as i eaves dropped on his exchanges with other kids:

"you can buy 'em. they're almost done." regarding two towers he created while waiting to go sky cruising.

"see these glasses? they're hot." as he pointed out his hot wheels shades - the ones with flames down the side - to an uber cool, surfer looking boy.

"so, what are y'all making?" said repeatedly to a pair of geekazoid brothers who were less than impressed with henro. he knew it, so he pressed on.

"what time y'all sit out here?" my best guess is that he was wondering how long the boy had been waiting, b/c he'd had enough. so had mimi.

"does he speak my language or not?"

and my personal fave..."i have uh iphone already." huh??

end scene. cue perhaps the best part of the entire day...if not the entire trip...

look closely at the age requirement on the sign. now, one might think having a four year old would nix the chance to participate in volvo driving school. such is true, unless your child is willing to lie on command.

the experience was simply too perfect & dreamtastic for henro, so we encouraged a slight bend in the truth, and he lied through his little teef perhaps a bit too easily. nonetheless, he was able to drive a kid sized lego volvo on kid sized roads, through kid sized traffic signals & signs, amongst busy traffic of kids doing the same.

this girl rear-ended him. i can't imagine what he told her with this look...

fender benders & all, his driving was fantastic & earned him the following...

he's since proudly worn his "offical" identification in its "official" lanyard for most of his waking hours. oh, and the fib about his age hasn't been forgotten...

walking past a big rollercoaster: "can we ride that, mom? i'll tell the man i'm ten!"

ummm. yes, officer, he's really six. wink, wink.

something else we loved was miniland. 20 million bricks representing several different areas of the USA in 1:20 scale. uber ridonkulously cool doesn't even begin to describe it...