What can be said for a box? The one that has been in the basement for a year and a half and finally unpacked? The one I decide is ready to be disposed of? It is a table for playing cards, a make-shift ball pit, a sleeping place, a hiding place. There is no where better to watch shows, that you claim you don't like, with your sister. Your sister who runs when you call her name, unlike when either of her parents bekon. Who looks for "Arros, Bro-Bro" all day long. Who thinks that she must like spiderman and turns into "Super Anna" on your request. She loves the box too. I found her playing peek-a-boo with Minnie and baby, just like you were with her. NIne is not so bad, my request is you stay right where you are.