Aviv (5) helped me write some numbers on boxes last night. Together we wrote 39 and 40. This morning he woke up, looked around the living room at the sea boxes and asked, "Emah, can you tell me........tell me where box number 1 is????"
I felt bad, but I laughed in his face and just stood there without an answer!
40 down, ran out of tape, 3 more waiting in the wings to be sealed and labeled. Still more stuff to box up though. Will it ever end? Were we stupid estimating less than a container???
CALGON, take me away!!!
