There is no toy in the world that can top a cardboard box. Seal got his first box today. It was just luck. When the AC installation guys left the apartment next door, they forgot to take one of the boxes. It was my big chance to introduce my little friend to “le joie de la carton.”
The whole experience was as close to instant gratification as life can possibly. I got in the box and sat down. What a great idea! He got in with me. We closed the top and got scared together. Then we opened the box and laughed. We made train noises. We jumped in and out. Then Seal took over. He put things in the box. He took them out. He turned the box over and made a house. He pulled it, pushed it, filled it up. He loves that box.
I loved boxes too when I was growing up, especially the wooden milk crates that Dad brought home from the dairy. They were our cars, our trains, the houses for our dolls, our furniture in our pretend houses, our desks for our pretend offices. We pushed them, pulled them, filled them up.
They filled us up. And they were free, just like many of the best things in life.
You write with such clarity, bringing alive small moments that might have been lost if you were not such a capable recorder for us all. Thank you!
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