16, 2001 - Sunday
It's sort of a common joke, I suppose, for kids to like the boxes more than the toys that sometimes come in them. A table came in this particular box, so Harry's not really playing the same joke on us this time, but I'm not at all surprised that he gets a big kick out of it. He likes to run inside and slam into the back so hard that I've had to make sure it's propped up against something, lest he topple it over. He'll also close the doors and hide in the dark or scream at the top of his little lungs as he flails about inside. I've tried to have him surprise his mother by popping out as she walked through the house door, and he does pretty well, with the distinct exception of not being able to be quiet when he's so excited.