My floor is littered with legos and I love every minute of it. Someday my sweet little boys will be all grown and I won't kill my feet stepping on these little torture pieces. I will miss seeing all their creations. So even though the floor is litterred all the time, I'm glad their little creative minds are at work. I'm happy they are using their imaginations, and the next time I step on a lego I'm going to try to smile instead of screetch out in pain.