But these 3 children of mine. They cannot exit a room without satisfying themselves that they have successfully completed some sort of mission to destroy. They shed glitter and artwork and outfits and apple cores and half-constructed robots everywhere they go.
We visited friends on the weekend. I watched their four year-old daughter play with a puzzle and wander off. Business as usual. Suddenly she stopped and said 'Oops!" Back she hurried to pack it up and put it on the proper shelf.
Friends, I nearly cried. How did they breed this creature?
School holidays, for me, is an endless, Sisyphean fortnight of tidying the house until it is ready for the children to destroy it again.