Who cares about toys...
When there is a box to play in...
Especially if it doesn't hinder T.V. viewing.
And he did all this by himself. My little genius.
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- A Little Bit of Ingenuinity Goes A Long Way
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2 comments:
Step 1, Cut a hole in the box......
You have the chance to get off very very cheap this Christmas.
Cheap for Logan yes....give him a pile of dung and he'll use it as PlayDoh.
Emma is a whole other story....see the Santa doesn't care about money post.
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