Katherine usually prefers his room, probably because he won't mess up the stuff in her room, so here is a typical morning of them being barricaded in his room for the time it took me to dry and curl my hair (without having little hands reaching for a hot iron or climbing up my leg), in relative peace.



Not bad, if I say so myself. Anything and everything that happens across the road is always more interesting than our house and hooray for books being interesting to the little guy.
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