Who has markers and a giant box?
This kid.
After weeks of playing with the same giant box you would think things would get old. Not for Jack. When I ask “Do you want to play with your box?” he grins, screams and waddles/runs to his favorite toy. Me, on the other hand, I am done. It is like listening to Mahna-Mahna for the 100th time in a row.
So, when Jack started yelling “bots,” I ran for the markers. “Let’s decorate the box” I suggested. Just happy to be in the vicinity of his cardboard friend, Jack obliged.
Can you tell this was right before nap time?
Art is exhausting.
With love from Detroit,
Callie
