A box for a house...
We had a very fine birthday celebration. Clemy and I had made a little house out of a box for my grandson. We put windows and a door in it. He had so much fun playing in it all evening along with getting rides in his Tonka truck. This morning my little gymnast was doing a handstand in our small living room and kicked the window out, breaking the glass. She only had a scratch, which I was thankful for. She kept saying, "I'm so sorry." I don't think it will happen again (at least - no more... Sign in to see full entry.