I am in The Boy’s bedroom changing his sheets when he walks in with a shoebox. Of course, this is no ordinary shoebox. This particular shoe box has a door cut out of the lid.
Me: What are you making?
Me: What sort of something?
TB: Just something.
Me: Well, it looks like it will be a mighty fine something whenever you finish making it.
The Boy sits on the floor and piddles with his creation. I can see his wheels turning.
TB: Well, I could get my cars, and they could go up a ramp and in through the door and stay in the box when I’m not using them.
Me: That sounds like a great idea.
TB: But that’s not what I want to do, so I won’t. But it’s still a good idea.
Me: Sure is.
The Boy ponders a bit more then gets up, grabs his wallet, and sits back down.
TB: Or I could put my small things in there. Or my money.
Me: You could do that, too.
TB (as the voice of the box): May I have some money, please?
TB (as The Boy): Sure. Here you go. Have a dollar. Matter of fact. Have eleven.
TB (as the voice of the box): Thank you, sir.
TB (as The Boy): Why, you’re welcome.
The Boy shoves $11 through the door he cut into the box top, but then he looks flummoxed. Ever one for keeping the children busy, I have a suggestion.
Me: Will you please put this pillowcase on your pillow?
TB: Sure. But it might take me longer than it takes some people. I have a different way that I do it than most people. A different way than most people is how I do it.
Me: Is that right?
TB: Oh yeah. I do it different.
Me: Well that’s cool. It doesn’t matter so much how you do it as that you get it done. Right?
Me: Well thank you, Son. Make sure to put the pillow neatly on your bed when you’re finished. I’ll come back in a bit to check it out.
TB: Thank you, Mommy.
Me: You’re welcome.
Exit Mommy. Stage left.