Box fun

The boys love boxes.  I'm pretty sure all boys do.  There are probably boys in Haiti, right now, playing in boxes.

Tracy got a package the other day.  It came in a big box.  After we unloaded it, I set it aside so the boys could play in it.  At first they only put toys in it.  A new box is just too wonderful to play in right away.  You have to contemplate it.  You have to move it around the house and examine it from all angles.  You have to anticipate.  Once you start playing in it its days are numbered.  Boxes are made out of paper after all.

 

Believe it or not, there are two boys in this box right now.  I had to remove Owyn from the box for awhile tonight.  There is no crying in a box.  This is a boy rule.  Crying in a box gets you removed from the box.  Once he was all calmed down he was allowed back in.  I'm not at all sure what game they are playing here.

As of right now the box is still intact.  That means they have at least one more night of box time.