The package arrived just as we were leaving to go back to school after his afternoon lunch break. There was no time to sit down with the box and open it, and bless his heart; he didn’t even ask if he could.
He simply said, “Can I tear off the packing label and bring it to school for show and tell?”
“Of course,” I said.
He had to sit at school for another three hours and wait, knowing the package was waiting for him at home.
Toa Mata Nui is quite large, and he has a special place in our home, along with the box — up high.
This is his favorite stance — he places him parallel to the box.
In these trying days, it’s nice to be able to do something that means so much.