If your a parent of a primary school aged child you may well be in the same predicament as me which is we are accumulating a shit load of boxes! Boxes boxes and more fucking boxes!
Every day is a suprise, what’s he coming home with today? The possibilities are endless, we’ve had laptop boxes, Easter egg boxes and even bloody washing powder boxes! It’s got to the point the teachers are apologising for the sheer amount of cardboard that is coming home with Rex. You have to laugh about it because he’s just so proud of what he brings home. The box obsession has no gone beyond the school gates, my box boy will take any box going, the bigger the better and the imagination on this kid is wild! We’ve made rockets and cars and god knows what else his wild imagination has thought of. I love it!
The cardboard obsession has slowely upgraded to sticks and stones. Pockets full of the stuff! And not just diddly ones! Oh no we’ve got full on fucking Bricks coming home some days, I mean it’s getting abit ridiculous and I’m trying to slyly put as much in the in bin on the way home as I can but there’s no flys on him and I really get told off for binning it! But what can I do? At the rate he’s going we won’t beable to get in the front door if he brings many more home and as for the stones… I take no responsibility for any building collapsing because my child has sneekley been chipping away at the walls. lol!
Anyway I’d like to thanks Burford primary school for the endless amount of boxes and for making my little pack rat happy with his box collecting.
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