Boxtopia: Special election day edition

The following speech excerpts are available courtesy of the Daddie for House Mayor 2011 Campaign:

Children of the Hunefeld family, we gather here, poised at a crossroads with an opportunity to create a new boxmopolitan society housed in a gleaming boxtropolis such as eyes have never seen.  If you choose me, Daddie, to be mayor of your boxy city, I will lead us to create a new reality, right here in this living room.  Envision a city of the purest cardboard, where everyone sleeps all night all the time, where noses are always dry, where there is no hysterical crying because of incidental bumping, and no one pitches a fit because they have the wrong spoon.  Also, not because their sibling has the preferred, identical spoon.   In this new world, everyone will be content with the toy in their hand and will not be tempted by the toy in their sibling's hand or neighbor's house.  Yes!  We can usher in an era of lactose tolerance, of listening the first time, and of putting our own mittens on, even getting the thumb part right!

skeptical voter

We can build this new world today... out of boxes! Yes, the same boxes that have been accumulating in the back porch, never quite making it to the recycle bin.  Then there's that awesome cardboard tube that came in the Giant Bubble Wrap.  That thing should be fun for something.  Hey, we can even blow the dust off of those mysterious dirty boxes in the basement, trusting that any animal remains we may encounter do not carry disease!

Friends, if we can dream it, with teamwork we can build it together.  To that point, some might say, "I can dream a house with pockets right on the front like a pair of slacks!"  Well, that kind of dream is a sign of madness, and we can't really build a house like that anyway.  But just about anything else we can dream, we can probably build something pretty close anyway.

Why is that box on his head?

We must be strong, for the work will not be easy.  There will be crying, that is certain.  Clumsiness will lead to bonking and yelling.  Things will tip over in an enfuriating fashion, no matter how much tape we use.  If we persevere, however, our destiny is a Fun Rating of no less than 8!  Daddie can use a utility knife to help you add windows and doors, and tape and hot glue to stick things together.  You, the future citizens of Boxlandia will join hands in the streets of Boxtropolis, using all available art supplies to decorate the outsides of the buildings, of yourselves and of each other.

So, consider carefully for whom you will vote this day!  I ask you, who was it that neglected to recycle those boxes for months on end?  And who is "hip" enough to put your three-year-old brother in charge while looking for supplies?  And who do you trust the most?  Well, that last one is probably Mommy, so just focus on the first two rhetorical questions and vote... for... Daddie!  Let us realize our Boxtopian vision together! Before nap time!  Stop hitting her with that!

Sam named these buildings "Akericio" (rear) and "Abaydo Wayo" (front)

cars go down the tube, across the table and in that building

Lady Iris Macbeth

Fun Rating: 8 out of 10
It was a lot of fun playing with the boxes and making buildings, but they were kind of fragile for us brutes.  Even with plastic on the floor, I was a little concerned that we might make a mess with the paints.  With a small house, Mommy did specify that we think about where the stuff we make on Tuesdays can be stored, which in this case is easy since it's all recyclable.

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