Sometimes having children in the house just makes you laugh. A lot.
I’ve done a lot of laughing this weekend with N. Mostly thanks to him acting like a bit of a loon.
Firstly it was excitement about having some dry weather so we could (with 2 weeks to go before camping) finally get the tent out of the box and practice erecting it. Of course N got very excited and wanted to drag duvets, blankets and pillows outside into it. Then the OH appeared (after I’d put it up) to have a chill out in the tent. I had thought he might actually have been a convert now we’ve got a tent with standing room and plenty of space, but going out of the back garden with it and him is still highly unlikely.
There was much upset when I then took the tent down again because I didn’t want to have to wait for it to dry out before I could pack it again should it rain.
But the tent box came in handy for cheering N up again. N loves the tent box. It’s like his own personal coffin with the size and shape. I even walked in to find him asleep in it just before tea on Sunday.
But most of the fun came from getting in it and popping out like a jack in the box. Or putting it on its side and jumping out of the ‘wardrobe’. Lots of fun, and therefore lots of laughter.
I think N looks quite old in this photo. He certainly wasn’t acting it at the time. Then 5 minutes later I found him hacking his way into the side of the box with my nice kitchen scissors, trying to cut a window. I’m astonished we’ve not yet had to go to A&E with any scissor accidents, but thankfully all was safe again this time.
Are your children fans of boxes? What do they use them for?