Sunday, January 03, 2010
Boy in a Box
Well there is a small grain of truth in that statement.
Max loves his drum kit, but... I sometimes think he loves the box it came in just a bit more.
He likes to sit in and watch television. When it's his turn to play on the Wii, he'll be there in his box. He has even dragged it upstairs to sleep in in it, surrounded by his stuffed animals and covered with his second favorite beach towel (his favorite was lost while on vacation- it was all very tragic and completely accidental).
And it all works, except the sleeping. He had to admit after about an hour that although the box is big, but not quite big enough to comfortably sleep inside.
Max has Cystic Fibrosis and some of the many things we do to keep him healthy are his nebulizations (various medicines are breathed in via an aerosol form) and The Vest. Today Max decided he wanted to do it all in his box with the box on the sofa.
It was hilarious.
At one point there was a closed box, loudly vibrating, with various tubes leading into it on the sofa. Much to our amusement Max would periodically peek out.
There is never a dull moment around here, especially if you have a boy in a box.