When we moved many boxes went directly into the garage. For a couple of days? a week or so? they sat undisturbed. Then one day I needed to find something. I moved boxes, opened some, labeled others with more detail. . . and got caught by C. Before he realized that his things were hiding in the boxes he seemed content to play with the things we HAD unpacked. When he realized his things were in the boxes he was like a child on Christmas morning. Every day or so we have to find something else.
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