The Lass and the Box

A package arrived today for the lass. The Wife had purchased a bunch of easy reader books for the lass’ perusing pleasure. The lass was quite excited about the books, but her little imagination pointed her in a different direction this afternoon.

She’d set her sights on the box the books had arrived in. She knew what that box was right from the outset: an airplane. Complete with wings, a tail, a steering wheel and other controls. She brought it out onto the deck and set it down and began crafting her world. She wanted me to watch what she was doing.

I nonchalantly noted that she could draw all of the planes controls onto the box so she’d be able to fly the plane. She processed that for all of a millisecond before she scooted inside for a pen.

She spent the next hour “building” her plane.

She gave it 3 steering wheels for different sized people. She gave it controls that never run out of “stuff” because there are people who fill the “stuff” back into it- “It has infinity stuff, Dad” she informed me. She gave it dials and knobs and switches for every possible scenario. She gave it guns and bullets. She decorated the tail to “make it cool” and drew grass and sky on it to “make it more real.”

And when she was all done, she gave it to her dolls because they were the right size for it. Besides, something better had come along.

Mom had come home with a new paper shredder for her office. And the box it was packaged in is much bigger.