Special Delivery

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Daddy likes mail ordering.

Well, actually, Mommy likes mail ordering.

Daddy LOVES mail ordering.

It's been one of his main pass times since we've moved here... you know, after his boat, the snowmobile, fishing, hunting, shooting, and tinkering.

So, we've a plethora of cardboard boxes at our disposal.

Currently, the girls have cardboard surfboards.

One of them is Merliah Summers (Miss G) and the other is Kylie Morgan (Miss A).

Barbie's a Mermaid Tail 2, anyone?

Yes, they've been spending their days in their swimsuits surfing around the house and asking me when spring is coming...

Yeah, not for a while, my sweets. 

We live in Yellowknife, now.

So, there are big boxes, which are for transporting big toys or building campsites, with their new sleeping bags, and their are little boxes, so they can make parcels and play post with "special deliveries."

The girls also have nearly unlimited access to masking tape, which is used to make tight ropes for their little figurines, and spiderwebs.

Elaborate campsites have been popping up all over the place.

This one is for... 

Twofour. 

They lured him in there with the carrot, and thrilled them by playing in it for a few hours.

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Yesterday, Papa could overhear the girls working together.

"Teamwork!"

Miss G:  Papa can you help me with the tape?

Papa:  What are you doing with the tape?

Miss G:  We are making a present for Daddy.

Papa:  Oh, That's nice.

Papa started to find the end of the tape, and Miss G was pulling on the tape, while Miss A was holding the box closed.

Papa:  So, what is Daddy's present?

Miss A:  Twofour.

Papa:  NO!  You can't put Twofour in a box!!

The girls' good intentions went out the window.

Papa rescued Twofour.

Twofour, smartly, ran away immediately upon his rescue.

I got him from beside Wilhelmina, our family washing machine, and he was a little ruffled, but fine.

I put him in his secure cage, and the girls came over to apologize to him.

We learned that Miss A lifted into the overly small box. 

She is very honest and was very proud, but we explained that she just can't do that!

To the girls' credit, the did put a carrot in the box for Twofour, only the carrot was by his tail, and the box was too small for him to turn in.

New rule in our home:  No special delivery buns.

I'm not so sure that he will be so trusting the next time they want to build him a bunny campsite, or go near him with a box of any kind.