Boys & Boxes

So the packers were here all day packing up all of our household goods. By the end of the day we had 104 boxes spread out all over our house. Yes, that’s an exact figure. The boys, of course, thought this was the best thing since sliced bread. They quickly discovered that they could climb up them and jump off. Well, Big J discovered this at least. Lil B figured out how to climb to the top of the box tower (don’t ask me how he did that) but was a wee bit scared to actually take the plunge and jump off. But as older brothers often do, Big J was right there to encourage him, shouting things like… “You can do it!”, “You won’t get hurt… I promise!”, “Just do it!”.

Thankfully, Lil B never did take the leap. Somehow he could scale the box tower, stand on top, giggling and smiling the whole time. But would soon turn into tears as he discovered that he was stuck there with no hope of getting down unless he cried out, which would only draw attention to the crime he’d just committed. Quite a paradox for a little boy.