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My son had a great holiday break except for a period of 18 hours.
He was already several hours into the stomach flu when he glared at me from his bed and uttered that phrase, "Dad, this is the worst night of my life!"
A few days later, I knew what he meant because he had given me the bug.
When I was growing up, if a toy got damaged because I was playing with it too much -- that was acceptable. I chalked it up to the cost of doing business. I suspect my parents did the same.
But if I intentional destroyed or changed something on a toy I loved, I would be crushed.
That's not the way it is for my son and his Star Wars Storm Troopers.
"I'm customizing the Clones." That's how he explains it.
He saw some people on YouTube -- those who build giant battles out of Legos -- take Sharpies and color the white helmets and chest protectors with various patterns.
The designs mean something to him.
Hey -- at least I didn't have to buy new ones.