My poor kids are always thrilled to see packages delivered to the house. For some reason, they always think that this, at last, must be the day when some kindly stranger has finally gotten around to sending them a lifetime supply of gumballs, roller skates and fireworks.
And then we open up the box, and guess what? It’s not that day.
Generally, it’s books inside. Stupid, boring, grown-up books, or sometimes something even worse: a replacement flange for the kitchen sink faucet, or a pack of screen protectors; yay. They don’t even make bubble wrap the way they used to, for crying out loud.
A few days ago, we got a huge box in the mail. Oh boy, oh boy! We opened it up, and...READ MORE