Cricket Gems II

We saved the box from a big diaper delivery for Cricket to play with when she got home from school.  I was changing Dove, and Cricket's parents were both upstairs.  She was by my feet, squeezing herself into the box as best she could, finally asking me for help closing the last flap.  Just then, her dad came down the stairs.  "J.," I said, "I have no idea where Cricket is!  I think I've lost her!"
"Oh no, what should we do?  Cricket....where are you..."
*enter Cricket's mom, game continues, we're all looking for Cricket*
<faint giggling can be heard from the box>
J: "Hmm...I hear giggles...I wonder what's inside this big brown box..."
Cricekt, from inside the box: "NOT CRICKET!!!"


Yesterday, I brought home a board book for the babies that Cricket wanted to read with me before I went home.  We're sitting at the kitchen table, and I hold up the book to read the title, "There's a Cow in the Cabbage Patch...oh look, Cricket, the author's first name is the same as my middle name!" I said, pointing at the author's name.  Cricket glanced at where my finger was pointing (none too closely), then looked up at me with alarm, and asked, "Your middle name is Cabbage???"