There are moments in my life when I speak to my son and I have to rub my eyes in a cartoonish way to make sure that it isn't my husband standing in front of me. Monday was one of those times. My husband came home work early and I went out to get some things for the house. I bought several picture frames and some baskets. Two of the frames were quite large (8x10 and 10x13) and they came with cardboard corner protectors and very large, bright pictures of flowers. After I got home, I sat on the couch and began dismantling my packages. I had all of my photos ready to put in frames and had to remove the protective corners, the plastic wrap and the faux photo inside the frame. I made a trash/recycle pile next to me as I worked.
My son (5) walked into the living room and stopped when he saw my pile.
Son: Mommy, what are those? (points to the pile of cardboard corner protectors and faux pictures)
Me: It's trash honey.
Son: (baffled) Why?
Me: Because it is just the wrapping on the frames I bought.
Son: Can I have it?
Me: (equally baffled) Why?
Son: So I can make a boat.
Son: I can make a boat with a pretty flower sail and skyscraper edges. For you Mommy, for you.
Me: (giving my husband the evil eye for passing this gene on to my son and secretly fearing he'd end up like that Oprah hoarder lady)OK. I'll save it for you.
Son: I'm gonna need some tape.
Me: I bet you are.
Here, ladies and gentlemen, is the recycled frame packaging skyscraper boat. It's really not half bad and took some major creativity.