Sleeping in a Box

Our garage door opener has been on the fritz lately, and the accessories are falling apart. This wouldn't normally be that notable of a blog post, except that the new one arrived late this week in an awesome box. And Jr. Princess cannot resist a good box. This time she wanted to sleep in the box. No joke - she packed it full of blankets and stuffed animals, and has been enjoying it thoroughly. It does, however, warrant some follow up explanation after she tells people "I slept in a box" because that kind of makes us sound like the crazy child abusers who keep their kids in cages...

Oh - and when I told my coworker that one of these weekends we were going to install the opener ourselves, he said "Oh that's a divorce waiting to happen!" Yikes!