Another case of the baby playing with the box the gift came in

Last weekend, Shawn and I paid an exorbitant price at a local toystore to buy Reilly a Radio Flyer Walker Wagon. She had spent the last few days pushing a wicker basket around the apartment, and though we don't have the space for another thing in our room, we saw that Reilly had a developmental need, and God forbid we not fulfill it. I mean, what kind of parents would we be to not at least buy her something with wheels?

Of couse, after I spent a good 20 minutes putting the darn thing together (some assembly required), Reilly was so excited about her gift that she completely ignored it, choosing to play with the box it came in instead. To be fair, it was a very nice box, but at the same time, I got a little pit in my stomach over the cash we had just spent and the probability that Reilly would now refuse to play with the wagon.

Soon, though, the box grew boring, and Reilly suddenly noticed that sitting before her was a little wagon that was just her size. She climbed up to the handles...

..and pushed that wagon straight across the room.

I didn't know whether to be relieved or proud.