Maxime loves Lego.
Soon his Lego will subsume his entire bedroom, and then there will be nothing else left, and then who will be laughing?
But there is something else Maxime really loves, and that is when we allowed little Dickens to penetrate through the imaginary boundary that separates the downstairs from the upstairs, which inexorably led to Dicken's discovery that Maxime's bed has fabulous qualites which were unknown to him prior, for example sublime comfort and warmth, which led to him sleeping in it through the night, a practice to which Maxime raised not the slightest objection.
As Maxime put it when I found out Dickens was sleeping upstairs with him: