When my brother brushed off my polite requests to return the stolen LEGO masterpieces his son had swiped during a family dinner, I kept my cool. But after a month of “forgetting” to bring them back, I decided it was time to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
The chaos started innocently enough during a family dinner. My brother Ben’s nine-year-old son, Jason, had wandered into our living room and immediately spotted one of our beloved LEGO dioramas on the mantel.
I chuckled, shaking my head. My kids and I shared a quirky hobby—building elaborate LEGO scenes and hiding them around the house for fun. It was our way of bonding, and every diorama carried hours of teamwork and laughter.
Jason, intrigued, tore off to explore other parts of the house, squealing with delight every time he discovered another hidden creation. By dinner, he had found almost all of them and was practically vibrating with enthusiasm.
