Puzzles were never Kei’s thing. He couldn’t match shapes, didn’t care, and I may have mildly traumatized him with my neurotypical puzzle snobbery. But years later, something clicked—literally. Now he builds the border, makes the rules, and taps each piece into place like a king claiming his throne. I do the work. He gets the glory. It’s fine. I’m fine.

It all started with a 3D printer, a fidget-hustling ADHD kid, and a mom trying to caffeinate her way through the chaos. Spoiler: we were just trying to make a toy. Instead, we built a brand.