But the sand is quickly filling up the bottom, as we are down to less than 30 days remaining before he returns home!
He boxed up his not so precious items and mailed them home in the infamous black box (without sand included, I hope) that is issued by the Army.
The babies are OBSESSED with this box. Lucas pretends it is a bench, a step stool, a trampoline that has lost its bounce.
He repeats over and over and over and OVER "That's Daddy's box! That's not mine! It's locked Mommy!
We need a key! Daddy has the key! We can't unlock it! It's not my box!"
We need a key! Daddy has the key! We can't unlock it! It's not my box!"
Well today, a second smaller black box arrived - including the key for the large box.
They were ecstatic that I could finally unleach the unknown.
We found Dixie treats, beanie babies, coins, a "purse" (which is really a camoflagued fanny pack), and the list goes on....
When we returned everything to the box, BOTH threw a tantrum wanting me to open it again! 
Then, they pleaded with those puppy dog eyes until I bribed them away from it with Daddy's favorite - PBJ.
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Of course, kids love random stuff. They would play with the stuff in their more than their toys. Until the newness wears off, I suppose.
I suppose I should have bought and sent some souvenier junk to mezmorize them.
I am still surprised that it got there so fast!
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