My husband ordered some new speakers the other day. They arrived in two tall and narrow boxes. Of course my kids weren't interested in the speakers. They were interested in the box. That box became a vampire coffin, a locker, a club house, and a boat.
This evening, I noticed that my son was rather quiet. That usually means he's up to something, so I went to investigate. I looked everywhere, but could not find him. Finally, I heard snoring coming from the box. I lifted the flap. My little guy was sound asleep. Apparently boxes make good beds too.
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