Kids of all ages love to play in boxes, right? I know that I did when I was one—and I still do, though they are usually quite a bit bigger now than they were then—and I see the same tendency and joy in my grandchildren. The other day I had to buy a new lawnmower and donated the box that contained it to them, and three of them took immediate possession.
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Lucky kids! I never had a big box when I was young, but I did have an oatmeal box drum, and shoeboxes to use for class projects, like dioramas. There’s nothing like a good box.
I can remember a couple from my childhood and how my brother and I tried to make them last, but when you play in them, they yield to the pressures of joyful use fairly soon. This one has been placed on its side in Squiddy’s lounge so that the flaps open as a door rather than a roof–and it’s surprisingly still in pretty good shape!
Indeed, kids love to play in all sorts of boxes. I remember our boys spending hours in the empty boxes in which our washer and dryer arrived.
I recall those days too. Our cat, of course, must explore and try to climb into any new box that comes into the house, even if it’s too small for him.
Boxes are the best! And what darling little faces!
Yup, they were having a grand old time. The Elf (on the right) laid claim to the box as soon as I brought it home and couldn’t wait to take it home, but that took a little more than a week, until I was satisfied with all aspects of the new mower. It’s been so terribly dry here that the grass seems to have gone into a kind of summer hibernation. Only the dandelions and their like are growing!
Wonderful image – warm and alive! :)
Oh, yes, warm is too right–it certainly was!
Boxes can be so many things when one is a child. Their imaginations and sense of fun is much better than ours.
I find my own imagination often tweaked and stimulated when watching the littles at play. They seem to have no end to the possibilities they can think up. I’m very grateful for the residual amounts that remain to us.
That’s a clever take on Boxing Day.
Thanks–trying to think outside the box helps a lot.
I can’t think of any follow-up; you’ve boxed me in with your reply.
And when they’re done, if there are any cats around, they’ll take possession! I love simple play like this, it’s so healthy. :-)
Yes, there are two cats at Squiddy’s house, and rest assured that they stepped right in as soon as the big box was taken indoors!