I thought all boys love boxes - all kids, for that matter! I mean, I'm not a boy or a kid, but I love them! I love them so much I steal them out of garbage cans and lug them home! I love to build forts with them (especially if they are big enough for me to fit in too!) and see all the creative ways my boys use them also. So it's settled: we all love a good, big box, right? Apparently not.
I watched my friend's two boys today for her. They are the same age as my boys and great friends, so it was no trouble at all to have them here - makes my life easier, in fact! We had already dumpster dived for these boxes before the boys showed up and I was happy that we were going to be able to share this adventure with more boys. My assumptions were proven incorrect when not only did these boys not want to build a fort with these wonderful boxes, they didn't even seem to notice them! When I finally pointed them out to them, they asked me why I had boxes in my house and where the stuff that goes in them was! After a brief conversation about the proper use for a box, we had to agree to disagree that a box is a good toy.
Oh well. We had fun anyways. Our boys always have a great time together, even if it isn't in a box.
I do have to say though, that when Ben got home, he ran upstairs before I did, and when he saw those boxes in his room, he went wild! "What?! Mitchell, where did these come from?! These are huge! We can do all sorts of stuff with these!"
Boxes...how can you go wrong?
