Those of you with weak constitutions may want to look away.
The carnage is massive.
As my father would say, "Six dead, nobody hurt."
Yes, that is the headless torso of a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Look closely and you'll see a light saber. Perhaps that's how the turtle became a headless torso.
My children rediscovered their Legos this week. It's a million degrees out, with 150% humidity and we are all whiny and short-tempered. So we started watching the Star Wars Trilogy (-ies). Logically, we began with Return of the Jedi (Episode VI.) That led to Attack of the Clones (Episode II, obviously ) which led to "Hey do you remember our Star Wars toys?" Which in turn led to, "Let's get out the Lego bin."
And then get over it, because really, what's more awesome than Lego people?
We spent more time than I care to admit sorting through the 8 gallons of Legos looking for body parts. There was such joy when we found things like Luke's hair and Darth Vader's cape and the Emperor's head (who knew that the two K's would remember which specific head belonged to the Emporer?) We nearly had a tragedy when we couldn't find Obi-Wan's hair. Imagine that being lost in an 8-gallon tub of tiny little plastic pieces.
They have spent the last two days just playing with Lego guys, setting up elaborate scenes and taking pictures. I am having one of those triumphant moments where I am grateful for my pack-rat tendencies.