There are Legos all over Agustin's room. He is a Lego whiz, and can make anything out of them. We step on them every day. It hurts. But I love how he'll put together a whole house or school, or a bunch of little dogs, or robots, or cars. He is so good at visualizing something to make. He can spend hours alone in his room, playing with his Legos. Until he realizes he might be alone. That is when he screams, "Mommy! Are you there?"
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