Before the boy had those Danish blocks...

...he was visibly distraught. Since my life is, ahem, calmed excitement with studies...how's about a congratulations to my little brother, Sam, perhaps in the process of fulfilling a lifelong (13 years) dream in Billund, Denmark this week at the Lego factory. No matter how many times I had to step on them (if you're not in the know, charred coal is the sensation), how many hours in Harrods or Hamleys walking in circles, or how many apocalyptic losses of the tiny gray block on the left wing flap of a starship trooper whatever thing I witnessed, I am glad to finally see you there. Peace to the little brother.