Hubby brought home a box. A big box.
He came home from work with excitement on his face, a roll of duct tape on his wrist, a utility knife in his back pocket, and a box.
We got to cutting; cut out a door and window. Then we taped the flap down, and taped the door and window edges (don’t want any boo-boos). Remember all that leftover green felt I have? I grabbed enough to cover the door, cut strips most of the way up, and taped it down. (We thought about giving the boys markers to color the walls, but mommy had instant visions of the whole house being colored, maybe next time.)
This playhouse has survived a month of rough and tough boy play. The boys play in it upright. They flip it on its side. Their favorite is turning it upside down, climbing through the window, running out, around, and doing it over and over. We have story time in the box. The boys flip it over, grab a stack of books and their milk, then coerce mama to get in and read.
Sadly, this box has been beaten up (it did last over a month). But, don’t worry, daddy brought home another box.
I married the best dad ever!
Its amazing the joy they get from trash. What items have your kids saved from the trash?