Last night, when I went into my son's room to tuck him in, I didn't see him. I wondered where he might be. Then I spied a giant box on the floor, flipped upside down. I suspected I might find the missing kid under it. Sure enough, I found the boy curled up in a little ball under the box.
"How did you find me?" he asked.
"Well, Bubba, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that a box is a good place to hide."
He grinned. "You know what else boxes are good for?"
"No, Bubba. What else are they good for?"
"Going for airplane rides." He flipped the box over and sat inside. Then he opened the flaps on the sides. "See. Wings!" He flipped the back flap open. "Tail!" Then he proceeded to make airplane sounds.
I just watched, amused by his creativity.
When he was done, he curled up inside. "I'm tired from all that flying. So now my box will be a bed." He closed the flaps over him. "Goodnight!"