Kids don’t play with their toys, they play with random empty cardboard boxes. I don’t know what it is, but kids (of all ages) just seem to love empty boxes of all shapes and sizes. I still haven’t figured out the appeal, but it never fails, if we leave an empty box in a room for just a few moments, it’s only a matter of time before the kids are all over it.
A few weeks ago as we unpacked our Christmas tree—yes we have a fake tree, I don’t time for those pine needles all over the wood floors, I have enough to clean up—we were left with this oversized cardboard box (the kind that takes my husband far too long to breakdown and put in recycling).
Anyway, as Alfonso and I prepared the bulbs for trimming, my two year old slipped into the box, and this time, the box was just right for his entire body to fit. It was like a toddler dream come true. He pretended it was a boat and sailed away with the red glittery bulbs alongside his outstretched arms and legs. Those red bulbs were shimmery company for a young sailor shipping away in his pajamas far at sea on the living room rug. Luckily I was able to convince him to get out of his box “boat” just long enough to collect those red bulbs and actually put them on the tree.