6 years, 11 months.
This past week we ordered an indoor grill. It made me realize, “I still have a child who is young enough to appreciate playing with a box.”
Without ever making an announcement nor asking anyone’s permission, you took it upon yourself to turn that shipping box into a car. I noticed it had three pedals on the floor, implying it’s a manual transmission like my Jeep.
You also proudly brought to my attention that on the inside of the car door, you drew a stethoscope; which I suppose was intended to be a more grandiose first aid kit than the one in my Jeep I keep with me.
It was a very relevant choice for you to build your car from the box.
Even now as I type this, you are sitting down in your box playing, while Mommy drinks her coffee on Sunday afternoon after church.