the BIG box

Carter has no idea what his Daddy does for a living. He actually thinks work for me is riding bikes (if I were only paid by the mile). Today he finally saw a tangible benefit of Daddy's work for Whirlpool. The BIG box.

I had one of our delivery trucks come by this afternoon and saw IT - several empty dryer boxes in the back of the truck. I asked the driver if he could spare one for C, and he happily obliged.

Once brought inside, the box became a "truck house". Carter rounded up every vehicle (which surprisingly grew to quite a number) and a few extra friends to join him in the casa de camion.

Then we decided to make a few improvements to the sides especially where the "abc's" were (notice his ever present "tongue of concentration." It gets kinda hot inside with C working so we might have to put a few windows in this weekend before it becomes a sweat box.

My hope is that it will provide a few days of entertainment and perhaps give Owen a little "me time" away from the twisting, wrestling, pinching loving hands of big brother.

So I'm not a fireman, policeman, or a pilot, but I got boxes baby...big ones.

Thanks for reading...