Saturday, January 16, 2010
Boy in the box
The boy has every toy he could ever possibly need. Yet, as holds true for generation upon generation, he'd rather play with the box. The boy saw this box in the garage and said "My daddy said I could play with that, remember?" (Two more of his current favorite phrases...my daddy said...and remember?) So in came the box. The boy went and got his kitchen step stool and dove in (of course head first!) He stayed in that box for a good hour, playing, rolling around , scooting it across the floor. When I said it was time to get out of the box and get ready for bed he said "I want to sleep here." I, of course being the logical grown up type said "you can't sleep there." To which the boy replied "But my daddy said...remember?!?!"