It seems these days that every time I come downstairs after sleeping for a few hours...ok...maybe like all day...there is a cardboard box that has arrived at the front door.
A few days ago a box arrived for Cambria-baby. The next thing I know, my parents have pulled out a screw driver and an allen wrench and they are watching directions on the tv on how to put the thing in the box together. The end result, just one more thing for the kid. I have actually grow to like the "thing in the box". The kid sits in it and it is at a perfect height for the kid to hand Harley whatever she is eating for the day. What goes to Harley, goes to Frank. Thank goodness for cardboard boxes.
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