This is a box that once contained patio furniture.
That's all it was. And now that it's sitting in the garage waiting for recycling day, who knows what fate will befall it. But for a brief shining moment, it got to be something more. And all I had to do was cut a little door into its side.
And just like that, this simple hunk of cardboard switched from the product containment and transportation industry to the business of child's play. For a time, it seemed as if the box was going to become a permanent fixture in Henry's little routine. It became his default hiding place. It was the place he would go when he was upset and just needed a moment.
Of course, I didn't typically ruin it for him by poking a camera in, but I had to document it somehow.
Alas, his fascination with the box was short lived, and it quickly devolved into being just another inhabitant of too much space. But before getting rid of it, I just had to check it out for myself.
And I have to admit, I understood the appeal. Though getting out was a bit of a challenge.
And with that, our days of transmogrifier ownership ended.