So my day started with a question, as it often does at six am on Saturday morning. "Mom, wake up. Can you find my fire nation lego helmet in the lego box?"

Translation: "Mom wipe the drool off your mouth, and find me my needle in the needle stack."

I calmly got up and got everyone their breakfast, hoping Dillan would have moved on from legos to a new toy, because I was afraid to even begin the search for the dreaded near-microscopic legoman helmet. No such luck. After Captian Crunch had filled my eight -year -old's belly he asked me again. "Hey Mom, Aang needs tht helmet if he's going to sneak into the fire nation. He doesn't have much time, you know." Oh do I know. SO I trudge to the playroom and begin sifting through the gianormo lego container with Dillan right at my heels. After a half an hour of lego diving, we come upon a helmet but not the helmet, it was a viking, which I thought suited Aang quite well. I was wrong. We found Batman to which I made a huge Mom error that went like this...

Mom: " Oh look at this Batman, he's so cute."
D: "Mom the Dark Night is not cute."
Mom: "I dunno that Christian Bale is pretty cute as Bateman, dude."
D: "Gross."
Mom: "Well, I bet Batman could kick some serious fire nation butt.
D: " Just give me the Batman please. * grumble, grumble, moan* Aang is not going to be happy.....Pffft Moms..
*grumble*


Boys and their toys. Totally priceless.