Joey is very happy, though. Every time the doorbell rings, he races to answer it. He is acutely aware of the fact that mommy has been receiving a lot of packages lately from "the Amazon."
I don't know why I order actual toys from amazon.com, because it's apparent that the true source of complete and utter joy for 4 year-olds is the box:
|Feel free to admire the poo-colored carpet yet again. Try to love it like I do.|
|Instead of toys, this box shipped my new garbage can as Atheist-Friend insisted I should be ashamed of my 2003 model with the broken lid and permanent discoloration.|
I got to go figure out how to get my basketball hoop straightened out from the Chicago windstorm the other night. For whatever reason, I did not pull the minivan directly up to the basketball hoop like I usually do when this happened (thereby saving myself a huge middle-of-the night disaster and damaged car). To thank the universe for looking out for me, I am buying holiday presents for two needy children instead of just one this year. And no. I'm not just getting them boxes.
|Imagine this plowing right through my windshield overnight. I would have SO missed carpool.|