I can smell those crayons like it was yesterday.

Did you ever play in boxes as a kid?  That might be a strange question for some people, but my fellow military kids know exactly what I’m taking about.  Every move brought a new wonderland of unpacked boxes, a treasure trove for fort building and creative play.

So naturally one of the first things I did when I found myself with a giant empty box was to plop T-man down in it for an afternoon of fun, and the eternal joy of childhood went on.

T-man was delighted to find a fort sized just right for him.  Bright colors clasped in his pudgy hands, he was free to scribble away to his heart’s content.

And life was good.