All seven-month-olds belong in cardboard boxes, right?

On Mondays, we watch my nephew Joe while Bonnie goes to work.

He might be a first child, but once a week he gets to live life as a fourth. (And as a third over at Susie’s house on Wednesdays.) Having to wait a bit longer to be tended to. Sometimes getting stepped over or toys stolen. And sometimes a six-year-old drags you into a cardboard box to hang out for a while.

I should also mention that the striped pants and shirt combo was my fault. They're plain blue on the other side, and somehow I flipped them inside out during a diaper change. I spent the whole afternoon thinking I needed to teach Bonnie how to match clothes. When she picked him up, her first words were, “Why are his pants inside out?”