Pickle has continued to love his box. It now has wheels, a periscope, a window, various buttons and levers, a steering wheel and a door. Matt calls it the RST--rocket, submarine, train. Pickle loves to climb into it--it is just his size. He likes it when I climb in too, but being a little claustrophobic I don't usually make it all the way in.
Matt asked if it had a DNR order as the boxes are beginning to bow a bit. I said it could go away when its time came--we wouldn't prolong its life, but I hope it stays around for a while longer. He does love it so.
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