Moving boxes are fun...

 

I've been packing for the move, meaning there are boxes around. Lots of boxes. Dan has commandeered one for himself.


While I was busy packing books, Dan was making an, um, dairy stand...

 

Meaning he emptied the dairy drawer of the refrigerator and set himself up for business.

He served me lunch, then ate some himself.

And when Daddy came home I asked him to move this box...

 

But Daddy was in for a surprise...

 

 

 

That's precious cargo. Must make sure it makes it to the new house!