Amongst other things, mama found it fit to stuff us junior kiddo-folk into boxes. |
There are always so many things that go on in my day. School, play, and that hypnotizing television at a minimum, so when an event centered around boxing occurs, it peaks up my junior summitous interest for sure.
All of our VHS tapes are now in boxes and half of our storage grade plush bears are as well. There's a stack of boxes marked "misc," though your guess at the contents are no better than those of the misc. labeler indeed… but what's next?
The tapes and bears are gone, but Round-3 is our canned goods and Round-4 looks like winter clothes. I can't speak with too much certainty, but Round-5 might just be the art off the walls!
If that's the case, what's left? The furniture? My bestest toys? The contents of my very own dresser, frijgator or pant's pockets? Where will this end? Who will win?
The answer is quite plain and I lay the due blame on my own patent prediction. From my bleary, blurry observational eyes, I see a war being waged ala Mike Tyson boxing (ala Nintendo -- Not the real thing, that stuff is all fixed.)
What I see is mama boxing stuff vs. the boxes stuffing her. And, with her sweat and exasperation as my index, the boxes are getting the best of her.
This is deeply moving to me and befuddlesome, not unlike the time I discovered I had a passport or legs. It's the same kind of deal here, it's interesting and stuff but I just gotta ponder what it is that gives. Did I break it up too far? The question was: "What gives?"
I have to go now, it seems I'm also being put in a box. Now I'm even more confused. I hope this will help, but as to helping what I can't even imagine.
ABOVE - Originally the Miss Mama-Lady tried to stuff us into boxes with other things. We rejected it unanimously, so she upgraded it to things we might like, such as a battery operated chatty Pooh bear, but still no dice. As you can see it just distracted us collectively and all we could do was check it out by way of escaping our respective boxes and trying to climb into the one most interesting.
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