Unconventional Pipo

I think every parent has experienced it. You buy your kid a new toy…they’re into it for a minute…then they spend hours playing with the box it came in. When the boys were little, Chip and I got ourselves a new toy – a big-screen TV. Chandler claimed the giant box as his own (actually, I think the boys fought over it a bit), and then he slept in it for three nights.

Age didn’t seem to change Chandler’s penchant for unconventional sleeping arrangements. Once when he was in junior high, we stayed in a hotel for his school’s basketball tournament. Before we knew it, he had made himself a comfy bed….in the closet.

Even as an adult, Chandler’s friends said they never had to worry about finding him a bed or a couch when he slept over. He crashed on the floor.

And the weekend music festivals he loved so much – those festivals were made for Chandler. No pillow-top mattresses to be found there.

Somehow my son managed to take the mundane routine of sleep and make it Chandler-shaped.

Today’s Chandler-ism:
3-15-2000 In your kindergarten journal, you wrote, “I like my pipo because I am a pipo.” I didn’t know what you meant until I saw the illustration you did to go with the sentence. It looked to be an anatomically correct person of the male gender. I saw the grin on your face. I believe you were using code language…