It started with boxes hiding in the castle and the tree house in the back yard. I would find the trash or recycling I had put in the can transformed into a swing for a stuffed animal or a table for lunch or maybe a new clubhouse. When I try throwing away empty tubes she rescues them and transforms them into binoculars.
My mother was complaining recently that Lainy Ann is raiding her recycling bin too. She made a guitar out of recycled materials. But when when tried taking the milk carton to her room I put my foot down. I don't need spilled sour milk in her room.
Now its junk mail in the bedroom. Most recently, it was a flyer for most recent home sales. What on earth does my 8 year old daughter need with a real estate flyer? Maybe she wants her own bathroom.