The Box

I have to tell you two stories, so you understand the funny part of the second story.

Story #1

Chris ordered a new toy when we decided to move. He ordered a new plasma TV! It arrived on Tuesday morning. Chris was working Tuesday, so he could not get it set up until Wednesday. The TV arrived in a very large box, and Luke claimed it as his as soon as he saw it. He thought all day Tuesday about how many different ways he could use his new box. Well, Chris opened his new toy Wednesday morning when he came in. The first piece of paper he pulled out of the box read "Be sure to save this box in case you should need to return this television for any reason." Chris had to explain to a disappointed little boy that he could not play in the box. This did not stop Luke from asking to play with the box and even hiding inside of it several times during the day. Chris had to get onto him over and over again about staying away from the box.

Story #2

That same evening Rachel and Luke decided it would be fun to build a house out of all the boxes we had used to move. They drug all the empty boxes back into the house to build their house. In the middle of this project I reminded Rachel that she had some homework to do, so she stopped to do her homework. This made Luke mad. He kept hollering at her to come play. He came into the kitchen and told her with clenched fists he was really mad at her. Chris was laughing at him and told him to go kick one of Rachel's boxes. Luke then said, "How about I kick another box? How about I kick YOUR box?!?!"

I could not help but laugh! Does somebody need an attitude adjustment or what?