The day that Handsome came home with a large empty furnace box I thought he had lost his mind. He just plopped it in the living room and left it there. I was already too tired from the day to bother bugging him about bringing it home and having to cut it up so we could recycle it. I just left it and went about doing my dinner preparations.
I was pretty busy but every once in a while I could hear them getting into it, and there was giggling and some screeches of excitement. I though. “ok, maybe the girls like it” I could not have been more wrong.
The girls were ecstatic! I looked around for Handsome and could not find him. He was in the box. He had gotten some crayons and was in the box with the girls. They were colouring and he was colouring. He was deep in the box. The girls would then pop our of the box and close the “door” and run around the box and pop back in. Handsome was colouring a “mural” inside the box of our whole family. It was so much fun. I couldn’t help but want to climb in there, and I did. All week we played in that box until it started to fall apart and we needed to throw it away.