He first spotted the box on our front steps as we walked back home from the community pool. The UPS man had dropped it off sometime during the late afternoon hours. I explained to Weston that inside was an infant car seat carrier for his little sister but he couldn’t give two sporks about what the box contained – he was focused on the box itself.
“Wow…Mommy, look! A box! I can have the box, Mommy?”
It was infectious – all that excitement over a simple, wonderful, full-of-opportunities cardboard box.
Dinner, cupcake-making, and the bedtime routine prevented the little guy from getting his little hands on the box last night. But true to our word, Clay and I made sure that the box was ready for a three-year-old’s imagination this morning. Milk in hand, he ran to grab his crayons and a stack of self-sticking foam paper as soon as he saw the box ready for his taking.
“I’m making a space house,” he proudly told us while applying the sheets of foam paper.
Now, I am not quite sure what a space house is…
But whatever it is, Weston insisted on eating his grilled cheese sandwich inside, so it must be pretty awesome. And if I weren’t as big as a house myself, you bet I would’ve joined him inside. Because how often is one able to eat lunch inside a space house?