Kids & Personal Space

I’m holding the baby. He drools like a fountain and periodically spits up. He is content, smiling and exploring the wonders of his movable fingers.

The four year old is climbing on my legs. I have become a jungle gym. Later, he will run laps in the living room (complete with sound effects). Due to the rainy weather I could not take him to the park; he will explode if he doesn’t get this energy out.

The six year old decided that she must be in the same chair with me, and she must cling to my one free arm.

Kids help cure you of your silly need for personal space.