Why my parents are sometimes the best people on Earth.
It all started when my friend Bobby reminded me of the new(ish) Falling Water Lego set. For months I have lusted over the set, promising myself that I would buy it to decorate my first office. (For those who don’t know, I’ve been obsessed with Frank Lloyd Wright since I was seven.) Then Bobby sends me these photos, taken by his friend who works at the Blanton:
I decided that I must have it. A quick Google search revealed that it was expensive. Clearly something I could not afford on my student loan budget. But then something amazing happened:
Email to my mother:
My birthday is coming up. Just saying.
Email response:
Hum, I wonder what I bought at the Mall of America a few weeks ago??
Pretty awesome Lego store there.
Email to my mother:
You better not be playing with my emotions!
Picture from my dad’s cellphone:
I usually don’t ask my parents to buy me gifts anymore, but it’s pretty awesome when they happen to find the one thing I actually wanted without any prompting. Needless to say, I can’t wait until this arrives in Cambridge!












