Old times, arrive home big box front porch= exciting.
Bigfoot current state re: packages = not wish seem ungrateful medicine, but…unless telltale Boden polka-dot wrapper, porch packages generally—>melancholy.
Not Bubs. Today.
And it’s for me!
BIGFOOT: Don’t get too excited. It’s probably from Dexcom
BUBS: But what if it’s a big Lego set?
BFOOT: I’m pretty sure—
BUBS: Or what if it’s an inflatable house, as big as our house, with two stories and a slide?
BF: That would be nice, but I’m pretty sure it’s—
JACK: Yeah, Mom. It could be a bouncy—
BUBS: With one of those water slides, like at Eli’s party?
They open the package:
BUBS: Well, okay. I’m going upstairs to play with Legos then.