She learned. So. Much. She accomplished something really interesting, and fairly difficult (I know because I’ve helped out with a number of those things myself). She played aliens with her twelve year old brother, and built things with him, and they so very, very rarely play together anymore.
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An engineer friend of mine recently extolled to me the virtues of Legos for teaching math and engineering concepts to children.
As he talked, I thought back to my experiences with Legos, which had been somewhat limited and mostly involved building square house shapes and furnishing them with benches and tables. I realized that even as a girl raised in a fairly feminist, evolved family, my first real experience with a schematic really didn’t come until I was a teenager when for a while I built and painted model airplanes.
My daughter, who’s seven, has lots of Legos. They’re in enormous bins that live under beds or in closets, and mostly get dumped out in a sea of pointy plastic. They stay on the floor like a huge spreading oil spill with as much collateral damage, like when I inevitably step on one in an entirely different room of the…
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