Boxes

Every time she gets ahold of a box, she's a happy girl.  Today was a teaching day for me.  Ya Ya came home from school, located three new cardboard boxes and headed up to the office, where she stayed the entire afternoon . . . three and a half hours of undisturbed time with her cardboard and felt pieces.  She made a very elaborate box house, and eight felt "dolls." They are a family with the last name of "Numberees" and their cardboard residence incorporates numbers of all kinds.  They have numbered seats and numbers that correlate with each character's name.  They have numbers on their bedspreads and numbers on the toys in their playroom.  There are numbered steps leading up to a special "mathematician's room" where the carpet consists of squares that form a number line.  They spend their free time doing math up in the mathematician room together as a family.  But I'm told there is one doll, Mary, (who my observant daughter happened to point out is most like me).  She sleeps in the playroom by herself, not in the bedroom with the rest of the family.  She has letters on her bedspread and she'd really rather read than do all the math.  She doesn't mind being alone one bit.  

We're getting company this weekend, so the Numberee household is going to have to relocate to a place other than my office which will become a temporary guest room (If I manage to clean up in here).  I've been strongly instructed to NOT recycle the Numberee house and to find a safe place to store it.  So, I'm working on it.  It's a big item, this house.  And I'm not allowed to put it in the old hot tub shed outside like the last cardboard house.