“I want to sleep in my box tonight.”
“You are not sleeping in your box tonight.”
“But why not?!”
“It’s a school night! You can’t sleep in your box on a school night!”
“Being a school night makes no difference. I can sleep in my box.”
“But it won’t be comfortable. You won’t get a good night’s sleep.”
“Yes, I will. My box is wonderful. It’s so comfortable. It’s my new home!”
The box had arrived at our house the day before with my husband’s replacement recliner in it. It had sat in the back of the truck with the tailgate down, pulled right up to the front door of the house. The recliner had been removed from it and the box had remained in the truck bed. Hal had gone to work decorating it with Crayola marker rugs, pictures, refrigerator, bed, and many other more difficult to discern items.
He had been concerned about the fate of the box when he saw Sunday morning that the truck was gone. After I assured him the box was on the porch, he had leaped with excitement and crawled in to play until time for church. It was now the afternoon and I was preparing to leave the house.
“If you are going to sleep in the box,” I said, “it needs to come in the house.”
“NOOOOooooooo!! I want to sleep in it out here!”
“What?! No! You can’t sleep in it out here!” I said, slightly shocked. A glance at the twinkle in my husband’s eye made it clear I’d get no help from him.
“Because you wouldn’t be sleeping behind a locked door.”
“I want to sleep out here,” he insisted.
“Maybe I could sleep out here with him,” my husband suggested.
With a sigh, I muttered, “whatever” before climbing in the car to head out.
Hal then passed the afternoon, at least in part, attempting to watch the first episode of the first season of Stranger Things. He was motivated to give it a shot because of the Stranger Things themed game he had downloaded onto his tablet. From what I hear, he didn’t get very far before he deemed it too scary. Something we had already told him.
That night, as we walked from the dark church through the dark parking lot to head home, he told his dad, “I hope the Demogorgon doesn’t come tonight.”
“Well, if he does, I guess he’ll get you first.”
“Because you are sleeping outside. Remember?”
“Oh. Yeah. I changed my mind about that.”