My grandmother just sent a large box of presents and my boy's in the box now. Which reminds me. Once, when I was younger, my church set up a haunted house event which was essentially a massive four room crawl through maze which was entirely made out of cardboard boxes, complete with dead ends, and was large enough for an adult to crawl through.

I'm going to be stuck on this thread for a week, I can tell already.

Youth lives by personality, age lives by calculation. -- Aristotle on a calendar