Wednesday, February 25, 2009

When I Actually WANTED him to be Interested in the Box...

I think it's a universal thing that toddlers enjoy playing with the boxes more than the actual toy itself that came in the box. Frustrating, but that's life. I think by 3 that they outgrow that. Or should...

Not mine. He loves boxes. Braeden doesn't care about toys. He has tons of them and there they all sit, in his playroom, begging to be picked up, tossed about, thrown, etc... I think Braeden figures he doesn't need toys when he has his parents. After all, he can jump and climb on us, make us laugh, chase us, follow us around, yell for us when we're on the phone, whine to us...and we still love him. Who needs toys?

So we got the new lamp we've been waiting for today. I ordered it two weeks ago from a fantastically cheap website. We already have the same lamp and it's floor counterpart, but our great room is still incredibly dim. It's two stories tall, after all.... It came in a huge box, just PERFECT for a kid with a good imagination.

If you find that kid, send him my way.

I gave Braeden crayons and tried helping his color his box. Maybe it could be a fort? Or a racecar like I made when I was a kid? Or construction equipment? A house? A bus? He didn't want to color it. He wanted to cut it. As you can imagine, safety scissors won't cut cardboard so I did it for him with a boxcutter. He wanted a window on top (while the box was on it's side) so he could pop out the top of it. Okay, sounds like fun!! A sunroof!

I do as told and then he begins climbing in. I hear "Eww!!! A 'trings' in there!" Translation, "Eww!!! I'm totally freakishly "particular" like my dad and there's a STRING in there!!!!" I look inside...it's glue they used to help keep the box shut. It's at the far end of the box. It's not hanging inside the box like the guts of a pumpkin. It's stuck to the bottom of the box and it's not coming off. It's only a few swirls.

He asks me but I explain that I am much too big to climb in the box and scrape the glue off. He attempts to climb in again with blanks (blanket) to "swat" the glue away. No go. He takes my Swiffer Duster from the cabinet and swiffers the glue and is upset that didn't work. He asks me to cut that wall off to rid the box of the deadly and vengeful glue. I explain I cannot as the box will then collapse. He wants to send Girlie in the box to lick the glue off. You have to know my answer to that. So the solution to all of this was easy...

Braeden is now watching Scooby Doo and the super cool box is going in the garage to be torn up and recycled.

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