Cardboard city
Our realtor requested that we work on decluttering our home in the these next few weeks before it goes on the market, and, obediently, we’ve been packing our knick knacks, family photos and surplus of toys into boxes and bins. At least we’re trying to. But cardboard boxes are the most magical things to small children, and ultimately, this is what happened to them before they were ripped apart.
Can you tell Addy’s come on to the scene?
And then I got in on the fun because Addy basically dared me to see if I could fit into one of the boxes “Because, Mommy, you are so big!” This was right after she had styled my hair for me, and since I was feeling so glamours, almost too glamorous, I decided I should probably climb into a cardboard box to take things down a notch or two. She, of course, took the photo.
I’m guessing this is probably what I would look like if I were homeless. Except the boxes would be under a bridge somewhere, not in a kitchen.