So when my seven year old son, Caiden came up to me requesting I cut a door and a window into this cardboard box, I think he somehow knew that he would get more than he was asking for. So, downstairs I went to my fabric stash, and came up with curtains, shingles, and siding...well, the potential for it, anyway. We got out the glue gun and got busy! Sisi and Caiden played for hours with it. Sisi with her babies, and Caiden with his teeny tiny action figures. The two methods of play couldn't have been more different. Sisi nurtured, fed, and put her babies to bed in the home, while Caiden pretended it was a jail. Kudos to imagination! To paraphrase Hamilton Hock, from Maggie and the Ferocious Beast, "To you it may only be a cardboard box, but it's home to meeeeeee..."

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