Plenty of Boxes

So my BFF's kid, Zoe, was over at our house last week. As I do almost every day, I came home for lunch for my afternoon tease. I call it my afternoon tease because it's one hour of freedom from work which is just enough time for me to get unmotivated to go back. So As I was laying on the couch, snuggled up to my husband, loving every minute of it and not wanting to go back to work, I said to him, "Honey can I just quit and stay home with you forever?" He replied, "Sure!" But curious about how we would survive financially I asked him, "What would we do about money?" He said, "Well, we'll have to live in a cardboard box and eat leftover, cold and bug-infested McDonald's burgers from the garbage can, but at least we'd be together." I didn't like that answer, so I started thinking about another way we could not work and not have to eat gross food and live in a cardboard box. Knowing that Zoe was listening in on our conversation, I asked her if she thought Nanna and Pappa would have any extra room at their house for me and MMT. She continued playing with whatever it was she was playing with and without skipping a beat nor looking up at me, she promptly and cleverly replied...

"Sure! They've got plenty of boxes!"