Dear Laney,
Last night, while I was unloading the groceries, it occurred to me that you might enjoy playing with the cardboard box. I put a throw pillow inside, and you instantly turned it into what I'm going to call a low-budget recliner. Maybe you can write letters to the grandparents who bought you chairs for Christmas and try to explain that what you really wanted was a banana crate.
Then, Dad came home and - as often happens when Dad becomes involved in a project - the whole thing got kicked up a notch. First, he helped you get out your markers and convinced you that you needed to add wheels and flames to the side of your box.
Then somehow (it's a mystery) ski poles got added to the equation.
I don't know what to call this new game the two of you have invented, which involves your dad spinning you around in a box at Mach-3 while you hold on to metal sticks. Maybe, "Let's Watch Mama Have A Coronary."
Love,
Mom
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