Angel In A Box

There is still hope for America's "yoooot." Bored with the Nintendo DSi and all her other toys, Angel spied the empty dishwasher carton in the living room and her creative juices started to flow.

First, she asked me how to spell, "garage," then made apropos signage to post on it. Then she used clear plastic to cover the window she'd made in the bottom (now turned on the side. She attached a strip of cardboard to make a latch for the sliced off bottom (now the garage door). Then she parked her new little scooter car in it. Then she added three battery powered candles for lighting and she was all set. But there was more.

The box wasn't big enough for both her and the car. Out came the car, in went the girl. I asked her to pose for a few pictures. Still the tomboy with the cutest smile, the flash did a wonderful job of imprinting those bright retinal shocks on her darkened space. Blink, blink!




She's out with her dad today in another box--- shooting ducks from a duck blind for the first time!