This room should come with a warning. It should say, “Beware of the tiny little Lego pieces hiding in the fibers of the carpet.” It should say, “Those who enter should be wearing shoes.” It should say, “Enter at your own risk.”

Two days ago, the 8-year-old, who owns this room, said, “I’m going to clean up my room in an unconventional way. I’m going to put together all my Legos first, and then I’ll clean up everything else.” I encouraged this, of course, because it’s cleaning the room, so who am I to complain? Except when he started putting together those Lego Star Wars contraptions, he couldn’t find certain, necessary pieces.

I think we’ve all given up now. It’s a good thing this room has a door and I can close it and pretend it doesn’t really exist.