August 16, 2009 – Glendora, CA
“Isaiah,” I called across the yard, “pick up that empty box and take it to the trash cans.”
It’s grandpa and grandson clean-up-the-backyard day on an unusually cool Sunday morning. I was scrubbing the barbecue pad and smoker oven. I glanced to see him drop the rake and run to the box.
“Grandpa,” he called from the patio, “can I make a clubhouse in the box?”
Slightly annoyed I opened my mouth to bark, “Just throw it away like I said!”
But what came out was, “Sure.”
I listened to him giggle and took this picture.
In ten or fifteen minutes he wrung all the fun out of that stupid box and threw it away where I had asked him to.
Then we went inside to fix lunch.
Save some room in there for me, Isaiah.
Isaiah, I am so glad Grandpa said, “Sure!” to your request. Boxes and bubble wrap have always been fun! A box has so many possibilities. What can you fit into it? How can you make a costume out of it? Where can it fit? Would you dare pack it full of “stuff” and mail it somewhere? Could you use it to slide down a hill? How about an animal trap? Boxes are just plain fun! Ahhh, Bubble wrap. It is the ultimate stress reliever. I am sure there is not a teacher in the world that hasn’t seen a square of bubble wrap, popped all the bubbles, smiled & walked away saying, “I feel so much better now! All that stress, clenched jaws, and bad attitude miraculously are gone! Thank you bubble wrap!
Isaiah, your grandpa is a wise man.
I hope that wasn’t the box I sent you all that equipment in? What if it doesn’t all work quite right?
;-j