When you are 3 and 1 a box can be so many amazing things...
yesterday this large box became a bus,of which I was the driver... a tent in which my daughters hid and I was the "big bad wolf" (according to Averi) and I had to come blow it down, a baby bed in which we rocked and sang and put about ten babies to bed in it, and an air plane- this time Sofie and I were flying and Averi was the pilot... oh how I love this age so full of imagination and how I love sitting on the floor and playing their silly games I wish time would freeze some times and we could stay in this little world of baby dolls, magical boxes and lots of giggles forever!
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