To my son, everything is a toy. Throwing placemats on the floor, grabbing sweaters and hitting boxes are just as fun as shaking rattles and rolling balls. He’s shown me every day objects in a new light and taught me to see the magic in everything.
Yesterday we were playing with a box for about an hour. He drummed on it, sat in it, opened and closed the flaps and we put stuff in the box.
The next time you open a box, throw out junk mail or take the last granola bar — remember that the cardboard doesn’t have to be garbage. It can be whatever your imagination is capable of. In fact the whole world is as magical as your imagination.