The Borderline Sociopathic Boy Has Always Recycled Cardboard
It is our sled; our redoubt; our cave and citadel. It’s a sleeping porch and a clubhouse and a rocket ship. Turn it over and it’s a carapace. It is our schoolroom, as we learn exactly how many siblings and friends it takes to test 275# test, exactly. It’s the whole world, and everything in it, and you people want to waste it by just making it into another box right away.
(From the pack of Borderline Sociopathic Boys, mom included, at Jaded Heaven)
4 thoughts on “The Borderline Sociopathic Boy Has Always Recycled Cardboard”
The boy thinks he’s famous now, Sipp.
Mission Accomplished!
Did I mention that fine long bench in the background?
A friend of mine made it, he’s a wonderfully talented master craftsman.
I live in western Maine. The cardboard and the bench might be made from the same tree.
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