My kids, like most kids I assume given the fact that we have two books about kids playing in cardboard boxes, love to play with and in and on top of cardboard boxes. Both books are fun and I highly recommend them. Not a Box by Antoinette Portis and The Birthday Box by Leslie Patricelli.
We always have a stream of boxes in our house from Amazon. Especially with the Amazon Mom (which… why is it called Amazon Mom and not Amazon Parents or Amazon Family or Amazon YouWantADealOnRepeatedItemsYouNeed…anyways I digress) diaper and wipe delivery. The box from the wipes and diapers are especially awesome because they are bigger and the kids can get in them and pretend they are whatever they are pretending. Robots? Cars? Whatever.
When I was a kid my Dad and Stepmom got a new dryer and so we had a huge box in our house. I was older than my kids are currently but I fucking loved that thing. It was everything. I painted it so that I could camouflage the eye holes that I had cut in it to spy on people. Ok fine it wasn’t so much camo as much as it was I spray painted the whole thing white and then were the eye holes where I spray painted it black. SO SO SO clever. That box lived in our dining room in the corner until my dad bought me a drafting desk that I spotted and wanted for Christmas one year. I did not want to get rid of that box for the life of me, but a new super cool artist-y desk made me forget all about it.
So kids love boxes.
So what’s a mom to do when there is an Abt delivery van outside an apartment building with several large refrigerator boxes sans the refrigerator? A mom carrying a baby in a carrier (which by the way..LOVE LOVE LOVE the Beco Baby Soleil…Love.) with two cold, tired and hungry kids? This mom talks to the Abt guy and asks if she can take one of the boxes. Sure he says, but I can’t empty it for you (it was full of styrofoam). I picked it up and said, “No worries, I can carry it. I’m only a block and a half away.” I think he thought I was out of my mind as he offered a few times to bring it around for me but I declined. Mainly I knew the kids needed to get home and eat lunch and I knew I could muscle it home. So muscle it home I did.
The excitement of the box stopped the sadness that was happening. And the dangling of the carrot of being able to play in the box if you finish your lunch actually had the kids finishing all of their lunch. The kids helped me empty the styrofoam which we stacked into the office (a nice job for dad when he got home!) and they went to town.
“Wait, I have to get the stool to climb into it.”
Even on the stool the box still stood above Lucy’s head.
“But Mom, how are we going to get in it?” I tell them they could just lay it on it’s side and you could use it like a tunnel. They really wanted it upright though and so we cut a door in so they could get in an out.
Later in the afternoon we cut some windows in it.
So now they have a giant not-a-box. The first thing it was, was a jail. But then it was a jail and the hospital, “because we don’t have a lot of boxes to be the city we only have one, so the whole town and all the buildings have to be within the big box.”
So now we have a new addition in our living room. I wonder how long it’ll be around. And I wonder what other things it’ll become.