Today I sorted out a bunch of the toys Henry is too old for and put them in an empty diaper box. He has a toy box in the living room that is exploding with toys and I know he doesn't play with all of them anymore and I wanted to make room in case he gets one or two or twenty new toys on his birthday. I was still trying to figure out where I am going to store the box of old toys when Henry woke from his nap so I just left the box in the living room. He came out and as we were playing, he decided to climb on top of the box in order to get to the cat on the couch. The box buckled under his weight and he kept sliding off but he kept trying. Pretty soon the box started to tear and fall apart.
Imagine my horror when I heard these words escape my lips:
"Oh Henry! You are destroying mommy's box. Please stop shredding my box, I don't have another box to put the toys in!"
I stopped. Thought about what I said and just about died laughing. Henry stopped climbing and just looked at me like I was batshit insane.
Then I tried to explain that he wasn't in trouble or anything and that since I had a c-section he didn't really destroy my box and yes, it's true, I don't have another box but it's okay because mommy's box is just fine.
And then I laughed some more and he took off to play in the street.
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