Ellie was playing in this box in my kitchen the other day. It was the box the twin's stroller came in. We lovingly call the stroller the "Suburban of Strollers"...just to give you an idea of how big the box was. She played with it on and off all day. She had dolls in it, she colored all over it, we cut windows and a skylight in it...it was great fun for her. It was also a huge mess for me. By the end of the day I was so tired of the mess and asking her to pick it up that I did what any reasonable mom would do and trapped her inside the box. You can't tell from these pictures, but she was mad, mad, mad. While trapping her in the box made me feel slightly better, it didn't get the mess cleaned up, so her sentence didn't last too long. Eric even called in to me from the other room, "Maryn, can't you be a peacemaker?!"
October 12, 2008
Trapped!
Ellie was playing in this box in my kitchen the other day. It was the box the twin's stroller came in. We lovingly call the stroller the "Suburban of Strollers"...just to give you an idea of how big the box was. She played with it on and off all day. She had dolls in it, she colored all over it, we cut windows and a skylight in it...it was great fun for her. It was also a huge mess for me. By the end of the day I was so tired of the mess and asking her to pick it up that I did what any reasonable mom would do and trapped her inside the box. You can't tell from these pictures, but she was mad, mad, mad. While trapping her in the box made me feel slightly better, it didn't get the mess cleaned up, so her sentence didn't last too long. Eric even called in to me from the other room, "Maryn, can't you be a peacemaker?!"
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