Anthony writes now. This morning, we found this note laying on the floor:

We hav Bracking Noos.

the taon sqar is Brock
We hav lots of chinschrucshn veeickls.

But nuthing.

Translation:

We have breaking news.

The town square is broken.
We have lots of construction vehicles.

But nothing.

I'm pretty sure that's an Anthony haiku about the plight of a Lego village the kids built and then destroyed, which is really a metaphor for the circular nature of life and the universe, and the ephemeral nature of material possessions in the larger scheme.

But nuthing.