Ethan plays with his Legos, having constructed a propeller-based police vehicle thing with a little person standing majestically on top, holding a sword and looking generally menacing. As usual, Ethan detailed what each Lego was meant to be, its purpose on the vehicle, and how much it cost the police officer.
“This piece cost one thousand dollars,” Ethan says, holding up a translucent red brick. He holds up another. “This one will save the world.”
“Wow,” I said. “That must have cost him a lot of money.”
“Mom, this police officer is a girl.”