"Maybe it's a new brother or sister," said Molly. This was a logical conclusion as they'd all arrived in boxes.
"That's a pretty big box. Maybe it's a hundred new brothers and sisters!" Eirwen exclaimed rather excited at the idea.
At that moment Grand walked in to the room. Everyone tried to talk at once, asking questions about the big box.
"Now children," she said. "It's not a hundred kids or even one really big kid. It's not a kid at all! It's my new weaving loom."
A large collective sigh of disappointment rang out through the room and one by one the kids left the studio completely forgetting the reason they'd come in to begin with. Except for Max. He didn't believe Grand. Nope not for a second. He was convinced that the box held a a really, really big kid. He hoped it was a boy. He was getting a little tired of being the only guy around other than baby Liam.
Max decided he wanted to see what the box contained himself. He grabbed hold of the strapping on the box and slowly climbed up the side.
"Grand!" he squeeked. "Help me please!"
Grand caught him just in time. She lifted him up to perch on the top of the box.
"Now Max, just what did you think you were doing?"
"I want to see what's inside. Can I help you open it please?"
Grand threw her hands up in defeat and laughed. "Of course!"