Big boxes are the BEST. I remember how playing with these as a kid was sooooo much fun, I got inspired to cut holes in a large ~enough~ box that had Dylan's new chairs inside.
Here's the new table and chairs, and a fussy toddler who suddenly wants to see the camera, whereas he'd been happily looking at the whales (one of his favorite pages) and other animals just moments before.
One day when I arrived at daycare to pick up my son he dropped to the floor in essentially a prostrate position (his cheek was to the floor). No idea why! He did it several times, though recently it has been rare. I don't know what to make of it, but decided it was an excuse to play off a friend's way of remembering my call sign and call myself The Queen Mother.
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