“Could you get my Lego out of the attic? When we moved out of the city, mom and I just took all of my old toys and put them in storage bins. We figured we’d sort them out when we had the chance and give the stuff that was in good shape to charity. We just put all the bins up in the attic. Could you? Please?” he responded in the breathless rapid fire way that I was beginning to find so endearing. It really was so cute the way he was begging.
“Is it going to be hard to find?”
“No. Mom’s a neat freak and everything is labeled. You just have to go up the stairs and bring it down. Please???”
“Fine, since you asked so nicely.”
He actually clapped his hands in glee when I said yes.