A few weeks ago, my husband bought some speakers that came in a very large box. He unwrapped his booty with childish delight and then cast the box aside in the living room. Son #1 rounded the corner and his eyes widened.
"Mama, can I have that box?" He asked in a voice filled with awe.
"Sure." I replied breezily.
Son #1 sized up the large box and went to his room to gather some items. He returned with an armful of supplies. He was creating a box bed. Carefully, he arranged blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. He also added the stray car and book. Then, Son #1 dragged the box bed to the coffee table, climbed atop, and hopped inside.
"Mama, this is cool!" He shrieked from inside the box.
I peeked inside and discovered my little boy snuggled inside the covers. He smiled up at me with an innocent grin and announced. "I'm going to sleep in here tonight."
"Huh." I managed to say. "Very interesting. Don't you think you would rather sleep in bed?"
"No. I want to sleep in my box bed." He replied.
"Why?" I asked incredulously.
"Because I like it." He responded. "Could you close the lid?"
My eyebrows shot up and I thought sarcastically. "Jeepers Scooby. Won't Dracula be mad if he sees you in his bed in the morning?"