So this morning AV and I are sharing the bathroom counter as we do every morning when she decides to "draw" a line down the middle. Teasing her, I step over the "line" into her "space" and she bursts into real, sobbing tears.
She's crying on a Monday morning, in the bathroom because she has no room to do her hair.
I have one word for you people...
(and may I remind you this is my 9 year old, third grade daughter!)