This has been my kids second-favorite toy this summer, topped only by the decrepit typewriter they unearthed while we were in Berlin.
It’s the box from our beloved front-porch furniture. The kids have turned it into a house, of course. Two months later, the porch furniture is still wonderful, but the box has achieved a state of transcendent ugliness. Plus it blocks access to the back porch when we store it there to save it from the rain that’s been a daily feature lately.
My husband would like to send this box-house to recycling. I’m hoping it will die a natural death from the kids’ enthusiasm. Fat chance; my boys have a way with packing tape. We can be glad that neither has packed his brother inside and shipped him off to the South Pole.
Pack kitteh from I Can Has Cheezburger?
We can be even gladder that they’re entertained … and mostly in a non-malevolent key.
Scary kitteh from I Can Has Cheezburger?
There’s actually solid scientific evidence that a box is the perfect educational toy for cats and kids. Witness Maru:
So I think we’re going to live with the eyesore a little longer. As long as the kids are happy, I can almost call that box beautiful.