Today my four year old son got his first Lego set. It was an Arctic Explorer's snow mobile.
With eager anticipation we opened the package together and spread out all the pieces. My annoying adult instincts immediately took over, making me reach for the instructions.
So we started building and after correcting him three times he said: 'Dad, I want to build it'. I looked at him, saw the ten million possibilities in his eyes that weren't in the instructions and told him to go ahead.
After a while he told me he was done. He had created something grotesque, a Frankenstein snowmobile. It was glorious. He was proud and started making up stories with it immediately.
Later that afternoon during nap time, having a moment to myself I ended up rewatching this.
And it made a hell of a lot more sense.