Loading ...The kids at the window in the LV suite reminded me of a Christmas when we gave one of the kids something that came in a fairly large box . The toy inside was cast aside after the first half hour , but the box became an imaginary submarine … an imaginary rocket ship …an imaginary ‘whatever’ for the rest of the day , until it was battered into a limp piece of flattened cardboard by bedtime. I could have saved my money and picked up a discarded box in the trash behind the grocery store for nothing , and the kids would have had just as much fun .
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