This afternoon Win was eagerly playing with a new big toy--an empty diaper box. I was writing a letter while listening to him happily play. I was mothering with my ears more than my eyes. Then I started to hear his frustrated whining. Trying to discourage it I don't usually pay much attention to that sound. So I let the frustration continue. It lasted longer than usual. When I looked up to check on him this is what I had found. The box had fought back and eaten Winfield.