"Grandma, can we play with this?" he asked in his sweetest three year old voice. It was an empty laundry basket.
I gave it a quick thought and said, "Sure, what are you going to use it for?"
"A jail," he replied, and off he went into the living room, a blue laundry basket in tow.
She never did holler, and neither did either of the boys. I suppose the fact that there are dozens of little windows and plenty of ventilation might ease the tendency toward panic and claustrophobia. Whatever the case no one cried over the laundry basket prison until Lucas later kept Simon from lowering the basket to the floor by keeping his legs straight. Then the jailor cried instead of the jailed.
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