The kid wearing a Minecraft creeper headThe kid has been playing Minecraft. Somehow (I think it was a YouTube video) he got the idea that he should be able to dress up as Minecraft characters. When his own attempts to make a Minecraft head turned out poorly he asked his mother to get him one. Which she did. She ordered it online.

It came yesterday. It’s a 14x 14 inch box. And he’s absolutely in love with it.

We wonder how we went so wrong. On so many levels:

  • When did it become ok to spend $14, plus $14 shipping and handling, to buy a box?
  • Why is our kid so in love with a box?
  • Why does our kid love a video game with such awful graphics rendering?
  • Why, of all the characters he could pick from, did he choose the creeper?
  • Why are we buying 14 x 14 inch boxes on the internet for $14, plus $14 shipping and handling when we should be selling them?

This morning over coffee Brooke and I asked each other what other total garbage we might come up with that we can sell online. Our problem is essentially one of faith, I think. We have too much faith in people to have the sense not to buy crap, even though we ourselves are totally depraved in this regard. That faith blinds us to the possibilities of selling, say, Dixie cups painted with pixelated Barbie faces for $10 each, plus $8 shipping and handling.

Even if we could have faith enough to offer such a thing online, we’d feel bad — dirty — doing it. It just feels sleazy to sell a box for $14 or a Dixie cup for $10. And yet, we find ourselves on the receiving end of such madness time and again.

Then again, to the kid this box is so much more than a box. To him, and apparently to many others, it’s something worthy of love, misplaced as we his parents find that love to be. The Beatles said money can’t buy you love. All the evidence at our house today points to the Beatles being wrong. And I suppose, back in the day, parents may have felt about the Beatles the way we feel about creeper heads.