When Lucas picked out the 700-piece puzzle, I thought about redirecting him toward the 100-piece ones. We have a ton of puzzles, after all.

But Lucas has been a puzzle-master for years now. He can pick out a matching color faster than I can sometimes, and he has a killer eye for shapes. It’s like he has that missing piece’s edges imprinted in his mind, and other similar pieces click with that template: “Oooh! This may be the one!”

Plus, since we now have an actual dining room table, we’re free to use the old slate/wood coffee table for play, which means that the puzzle wouldn’t have to be completed today.

And if it lingers, all the better.

The boys and I have come to the table off and on all afternoon, all of us intrigued by the developing whole.

Although Kevin doesn’t love puzzles, he pulled the stool over and played the Les Paul (I mean, Josephine) for a long while.

I don’t think piece-hunting is aids my song-lyrics memory, but I’m definitely more into singing some lead when I’m seeing the line. ;)