And, yes, that is Rachel with no clothes on, because you can only appreciate a box of styrofoam to its fullest in your underwear, right? They stayed in that box for THREE HOURS. They named her "Boxie" and they lovingly kept her alive by feeding her pieces of foam as they sat in her gigantic mouth. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Who knew? The cleanup was h#@l, and I think I just vacuumed up the rest of it today, but it was worth it. The things that occupy my children continue to astonish me. It's too bad it isn't always something clean. Rachel was sad when we had to put it in the recycling, and reading this now is making her shed a silent tear. What a friend that dear Boxie was.
Here are a few pictures of our other messy girl-but a cute one at that!
ALL CLEAN!!!
