Sometimes I wonder why I even bother buying the boys toys. They get bored quickly so often. The heat has been a nightmare this past summer and little time was spent outside unless water was involved. BUT yesterday was just right, as Hyrum would say. We had a large box that entertained the boys for hours. It started out as a club house but soon converted to the perfect slide on our backyard hill. They came in for dinner then headed back out for a few more hours of play.
I think I'm just going to start stocking up on boxes when I go to Sam's Club. It would be so much cheaper and apparently far more entertaining.
They're always happy with the opposite of what they think you think will make them happy. See, it's a mind game and has nothing to do with pleasure. The pleasure is spiting you.
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