Livin’ In A Box, Livin’, Livin’ In A Cardboard Box
I got back from Sainsbury’s today and spotted a humongous cardboard box in my next-door neighbours’ front garden. Huge, it was. So what was I supposed to do but knock and ask if I could nab it. It was PERFECT den material!
After I’d wrestled it through our front door (which involved collapsing it after getting stuck in the door!) I re-stuck the joints and positioned it in the living room, ready to greet Big Sis after school.
Barbie is there to show scale, look how large a box it is!
DaddyTea collected Big Sis from school today, which is a rare treat (trifold). She was thrilled. Or was she more thrilled by The Box?! Within a matter of minutes she had transformed the box into the perfect residence for her Build-a-Bears, Maria and Georgina. Blankets were laid down, bear-beds were constructed, disco lights were strung from the ceiling, and sweet foods (“because bears like honey”) were laid out.
What a happy girl she was!
Little Sis arrived home from the childminder’s and gave the box a swift glance, and hot-footed it into the kitchen for a yoghurt and a go on the iPad. She wasn’t in the least bothered, which unnerved me a bit I suppose, but in retrospect I realise it was very handy as it gave Big Sis her space (in her space!).
I wonder if they will be as understanding of one-another’s personal playing space tomorrow morning, or will there be some (loud) negotiations?!