It's a Fort! It's a Train!

I must have been one of those kids who liked the box better than what was inside of it. I must have been. Because I don't want to think that that's something new. At 33, I just opened a package. A big package. (UPS delivered). Inside was an armchair in two pieces. Imagine the size of the box that holds an armchair. I can't bear to break it down. I want to love it, hug it, squeeze it, and call it George.

Please tell me this isn't a new development.