Part of the woes of being the oldest child is that the younger ones get into your stuff. I know that Julian very often comes crying to me that the littler ones are messing up his projects – especially his art projects! For a long time I told him to “take it higher”. The kitchen table has become his place of solace and creativity. He no longer even has to be told to go there, he just does.
UNTIL. . .
The savage two year old has found Julian’s special place of solitude.
Now the 6-year-old in our home can relate with me that “truly nothing is sacred”!
Now I’m back to hearing “MOM!!!! Evely’s messing up my stuff!”