About four weeks ago, I rather casually remarked to my friend Karen that I was craving brownies. Nice big fat brownies. With no nuts. I hate walnuts and pecans, I really do. They taste like tree-bark. (And yes, I've actually eaten tree bark before, don't ask stupid questions.)

In a very Karen-like fashion, she decided to make brownies and mail them to me. Which was nice. The brownies are, of course, long since gone. However, I left the box on the floor and Jessica decided it was her new toy.

It's a smallish box. Not quite as long as a shoebox. It says "this side up" and "fragile" on it in black marker. I've folded the top flaps inside.

When Jess first figured out the whole filling/dumping activity, it was with this box. She'd stack her colored stackable rings in it. Then take them out. Then put them back in. On and on for hours.

Now, one of the things she likes to do is either drag stuff over to the box and put it in, or put stuff in the box and drag it around. (Note: Need to get the girl a pull/push toy).

Yesterday, in Jessica's box: half a paper airplane, the tv remote, a little blue koosh toy, three fruit loops, and a green baby spoon.

Today, in Jessica's box: my old cell phone, a blue baby spoon, a green baby spoon, the orange stacking ring, her toothbrush, and Spot Helps Out.