Dear Lincoln,
I think I've discovered your inner hero, as have you. You may not have named him, but I have. Diaper box Daredevil. Or more appropriately, Any Box Adventurer. There's something about a box (or laundry basket, or crate, or anything else that provides a little elevation) that calls to you. Yesterday I brought home a box of diaper wipes and as soon as I dropped it onto the floor you declared it yours. You conquered it's height and then belittled it with ninja jumps. I'm not sure who needed saved or what the threat was, but you were the hero. Of course, when you went to your room and added that box to three others, placed them on your bed and then started to climb them (!) I declared you a hooligan and added some kyptonite to the situation, nullifing your super powers. Ah the power of Mama saying "No!"
I'm sure this bravery will be extracted again, likely at the sight of another box.
Till then, I'm going to have to handicap the inner hero lest you collapse with the very building you seek to save.
I love you luminary Lincoln
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