Oh, come on. Didn't your mommy teach you to share?
Oh Karen, I'll share anything with you. Isn't he dreamy? LOL
Just three words: Leggo my Leggo.
Well I just about spit soda at that one. If M. looks that handsome, I can't imagine what his dad looks like… :)
a smiley face... just gotta love it!!!
Thank you Slu. He actually was trying to make me smile. It worked…Now if I can just find the rest of the body….-MM
He can build anything, so this head just seems to fit.-A.
A.I believe all of his tools and mad computer skills are hidden in that head. Is it odd that it's nowhere to be found? Do you think he takes it to work?
It's called Lego disease. When the number of Legos in your house reaches a certain amount then you may wake up with a Lego body part.
That explains my crippled, curved hands. I'm looking forward to the rectangular torso any day now.
Usually my, "Hubba, Hubba" is for when I see you in your pretty dresses... this time, girl, it's for The Man...Hubba... Hubba... Looking Good, My Man... ;)
Stacy, The man's head is going to get even bigger now! Hahah.
Hey, I have seen this guy before...I think he lives in my sons room. Spooky. :)
Isn't it funny that I hear that from a lot of women? Oh Wait…Should I be concerned??
Talk to me...