A Broken Tower

This evening I was getting ready for a meeting with a tax consultant regarding our duplex. I was looking over documents and had asked Jessi to find some other paperwork since she always seems to know where they are. When the door to the garage opened (remember, we're still doing that whole thing) I heard gushing tears. I immediately jumped up assuming something had fallen on Jessi and that she was hurt.

Not exactly. While standing up with the paperwork, she bumped our Lego Eiffel Tower and sent it crashing to the cement floor. Jessi was in tears because she had accidentally broken a set of Legos. Now, I'll be honest. This kind of warmed my heart in a "guyish" type of way. I knew Jessi enjoyed building Legos with me, but I didn't realize she was THAT attached to it.

So this weekend I will get to play the role of super husband who figures out how to put our Eiffel Tower back together. At first glance I don't think it'll be too tough and I'm actually kind of excited to try and build it again. Then I'm going to store it in one of our obscure corners where we don't go... next to the Death Star which would probably make both of us cry if broken.