The Kid Only Wants to Play With the Box

Which is fine, because after all it’s my toy that was inside. On the other hand it’s mildly remarkable that the box my new computer came in also rather handily fits a very tall 10 and a half year old. Or would, if we pretzeled her all up in it. But as you can see she’d rather just lounge.

34 Comments on “The Kid Only Wants to Play With the Box”

  1. She’s already a marvelous person. What she’ll be like as an adult…well, I’m not sure whether to quake in fear, or shiver in anticip

  2. Imagination is a wonderful thing. I am in favor of toys or objects that encourage it and what is more wonderful for that than a box?

  3. That’s such as great picture, John. It really made me smile (and sigh for when mine were that young). Thanks for sharing!

  4. That is an awesome picture :-)

    (Now I want one. The box, not the computer or the TV. Although either of those would be cool too. Provided it came with a really big box.)

  5. 1) If she’s gotta watch TV, she’s at least watching *good quality* TV.

    2) Box. It’s a lot cheaper than a Barcalounger.

    3) She’s being a good kid and letting Daddy play with *his* new toy.

    Way to go, John. Looks like you’ve raised yourself a winner.

  6. Well, she’s made herself right at home…pillows, drink, possibly food, probably some hand-held game of some sort.

    Kid’s got it made.

    Of course it scares me that the box a computer came in was that big to begin with. Are the computers taking over or is it their shipping boxes??

  7. Our boys made us keep the box to the dishwasher for almost a year before it finally died and we had to get rid of it.

    Boxhab. It’s not just for cats anymore.

  8. ytimynona – FLORIDA – I'm a big wannabe. Wannabe a truck driver, PotUS, scientist, writer, and teacher. Well, I already am a teacher. :-)

    Ah, a makeshift TV couch/lounge chair.
    Boxes are best for such things!

  9. My mom got a new washer and dryer when I was about 11. My dad helped me tape them together end to end and I got to sleep outside in the backyard in it for days at a time that summer.

    I traveled through space and time, sailed the 7 seas and won the Grand Prix at least 10 times.

    Then, while the warp engines and shields were down due to a Romulan attack, it started to rain. Actually high plains Nebraska thunderstorm. At which point the good ship literally melted into a soggy mess and dad threw it away.

    Man, that was great while it lasted…

  10. Kristine, they did! About twenty years ago, you could get living-room furniture made out of corrugated cardboard (many, many layers thick). Mostly very ‘boxy’ in style but I vaguely remember a very curvy chair-without-legs)

  11. Just keep your eye out for those wrapping paper tubes. If she gets her hands on those there is no telling what mischief could be made.

  12. There is something wrong with your cats. A Box? and they have not owned it for the past days?

    Something strange is going on.

  13. I’m loving all the comments to this one. I would SO have been all over (in??) that box myself at her age. I was just as tall and lanky and as a tomboy it would have done very nicely for any number of things. I assume Athena didn’t know you took the shot? Or did she just kinda roll her eyes and do the “DAAaaad” thing? :)

  14. csdaley – C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.

    Don’t you send her to China Scalzi. That will get you in a lot of trouble. Not from her, she would probably love to see China, but the US Postal service who seems to frown on the shipment of humans.

  15. Yes, watching good old MGM animation (Quimby-era T&J if I’m not mistaken) and not that flat ill-animated flash crap they pawn off on kids today and call cartoons.

  16. What’s up with all the flammable items in front of the fireplace? Based on your “snow in September” mini-rant, shouldn’t you have it cleaned up and ready to go by now?

  17. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me

    I miss being able to fit in a box that size. Without pain and discomfort. No amount of yoga will help with it.

  18. Cool. A kindred spirit of my daughter. My daughter’s favorite present for her 10th birthday was a huge refrigerator box. It was her clubhouse for 6 months before I got sick of it and removed it from our family room.

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