Wow, those were both great.

Bev, yours was really hard to read, in a really good way.

And yay Laura, for joining us! That drabble was just perfect.

A happy "open the box" drabble.

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She doesn’t understand the object of the game at first. The box itself is enough for her, the crackle of shiny paper under her hands as she bats at it, curls her fingers in the bow.

“Bah,” she says when we prompt her, proud of herself, beaming, smile shiny with drool. She’s teething again.

We push the box toward her again, watch as she rolls it, smacks it, clearly delighted with its easy slide across the carpet. Her brothers laugh, and she frowns at them, displeased.

“Bah,” she says again.

So we show her, ripping the paper gently. “Open it.”

Oh, these are all wonderful! Way to get over the shy, Laura.

I'm still thinking about last week's, even though it is closed.

these drabbles are like little treasure boxes opening for me today

The magic box (a little long)

"She's your mother," I tell Hubby, "you distract her." He sighs and goes into the kitchen. I turn the computer box around and undo the screws.

"--can't open it!" my mother-in-law is saying. My long-suffering husband again tries to explain that computers aren't run by fairies and magic smoke.

I take off the side panel. As I suspected, the power supply for the hard drive wasn't seated correctly. I check the other cables, pull out a dust puppy, then close it back up. I reconnect everything, then push the power button. It beeps, then Windows gives its little chime.

MIL comes out of the kitchen and stares at the computer. "It works now?"

I take the coward's path. After all, it took three people and an hour to convince her that if you filled up hard drives, you didn't need to throw them away and get a new one. "Yes, it works."

Hee! Amy and Connie are both making me smile. I can see both scenes so clearly.

I love the theme of children and the elderly not understanding how the boxes work

I don't know if my mother ever got a computer. She thought ATMs were tools of the devil. I don't think Hubby's mother ever did quite trust that we weren't just telling her tall tales about computer storage and the like. I do enjoy laughing at women who try to say, "Oh, I'm 45, I don't understand computers." "Ma'am, I'm 47, and I do tech support." ". . . . oh."

this boxes drabble rocks.

:: cheers on bev and laura, and Perkins (because), and amy and connie::

Update for my betas (nothin' but love fo' ya): Nearly done with Chapter Four and have made further revisions to the other three. I may be bothering you again in the next day or so.

You Are Warned.