Have you ever built a house in one day? My daughter built one late yesterday afternoon.
Ok, so it wasn’t an actual house, but my two-year old granddaughter and three-year old grandson were as proud of it as if it were a million-dollar mansion.
I had purchased a file cabinet for my home office and was hauling the box out the front door. The kids were playing on the deck. My grandson wanted to help, so I handed it over to him. As I watched him drag it across the deck, a thought occurred to me. I went back in the house, grabbed a carving knife, and hurried back outside.
My daughter gave me a funny look when I handed the knife to her. “Build your babies a house,” I said. She grinned and went to work.
You see, I built houses for my children when they were growing up. Any cardboard box that went through our home was usually worn out before it left. My girls have had Barbie’s fancy bedroom outfit, but they would still make her a bed from a shoe box. They created pillows and comforters from my kitchen towels and washcloths. Even thought they had a table and chairs, they would still use a television box for a table and one of my bathroom towels for a tablecloth.
Needless to say, the kids had a blast in their cardboard house. My daughter laughed as she watched them walk into the box, shut the door, and peek out the makeshift windows. The kids giggled and screamed as we knocked on the door and asked if anyone was home. Their laughter was golden.
Don’t waste any small chance to give your child a memory and a little bit of fun. Keep in mind; it doesn’t take much to build a cardboard mansion.
Ok, so it wasn’t an actual house, but my two-year old granddaughter and three-year old grandson were as proud of it as if it were a million-dollar mansion.
I had purchased a file cabinet for my home office and was hauling the box out the front door. The kids were playing on the deck. My grandson wanted to help, so I handed it over to him. As I watched him drag it across the deck, a thought occurred to me. I went back in the house, grabbed a carving knife, and hurried back outside.
My daughter gave me a funny look when I handed the knife to her. “Build your babies a house,” I said. She grinned and went to work.
You see, I built houses for my children when they were growing up. Any cardboard box that went through our home was usually worn out before it left. My girls have had Barbie’s fancy bedroom outfit, but they would still make her a bed from a shoe box. They created pillows and comforters from my kitchen towels and washcloths. Even thought they had a table and chairs, they would still use a television box for a table and one of my bathroom towels for a tablecloth.
Needless to say, the kids had a blast in their cardboard house. My daughter laughed as she watched them walk into the box, shut the door, and peek out the makeshift windows. The kids giggled and screamed as we knocked on the door and asked if anyone was home. Their laughter was golden.
Don’t waste any small chance to give your child a memory and a little bit of fun. Keep in mind; it doesn’t take much to build a cardboard mansion.