Trying to think in the box

Luis spent most of today running back and forth to various stores getting the necessary supplies so that we can finish sealing the concrete in the basement so that we can move forward with our plans on finishing that space.  So, I had the kids home with me for the majority of the day.  Sometime during the late morning the boys were playing in the livingroom and Lexi was busy wandering around the kitchen/dining room area while I washed some dishes.  All of a sudden I heard some rustling and then Lexi started crying.  I ran into the pantry where the noise seemed to be coming from, and was immediately confused since I didn't see her anywhere, even though I could hear her.

I looked down into the giant BJs box of single-serving chips that was half empty and found my darling daughter head-down in the potato chip box wriggling around to no avail since it was a fairly narrow box.  I have no idea how she got into the box, but there was no way she was getting out on her own.  I scooped her up and once she was safely outside the box all was well again.

Something tells me that won't be the last time I find her in a predicament like that one.