Last Friday we bought a new computer desk chair to replace the one we had with a broken wheel. It came in a nice size box and had to be put together. Once hubby got all of the parts out and was putting it together, Little S started playing with the box.
I see no problem with him playing with the box. He was using the extra pieces of cardboard out of the box to build a top across the flaps and was making himself a fort. I thought it was cute.
He then decided he wanted to sleep in the box. Apparently because we couldn't buy him the bed he wants. (Now let me add in here that he has a bed. A perfectly good bed. It is a bunk set that he shares with Tween.)
Saturday afternoon he was still happily playing with the box. In fact, he was having a grand old time. Hubby was getting upset and couldn't understand why he was so fascinated by a box. It was one of those lazy snowy kind of days and we all were just laying around and unbeknown to hubby, Little S crawled in the box and fell asleep. I thought it was cute. Hubby, not so much.
I remember when we were little and my parents would get a new appliance, we would play with the box for a few days. We would make it into all kinds of things and draw all over it.
I don't understand why he is so against him playing with a box. It's as if he is embarrassed that his son is playing with a box instead of toys. I think it is great he is using his imagination for a while.
Did you or would you ever let your kids play with a box?