Story time and the stress of the crayons

This morning I took both kids to story time at the Thornapple-Kellogg Library. The Librarian read "Beetle Bop" and "Buster" both by written and illustrated by Denise Fleming. My son was being the bully of the library. I am so imbarrased to say that he assaulted a little girl that was sitting in what he thought to be "his" chair. It's amazing how toddlers minds work. If they have touch, looked, or ever played with something similar they believe it is theirs. So my son sat in a chair for about 2 minutes when we first arrived at the library so that made it his right? I am so glad that we out grow that stage (well most of us anyway). Can you imagine thinking everything around you belonged to you and getting upset enough to assault the people around you for touching it. Just something funny to think about. Then once we got home the kids wanted to color. Ever since my daughter found a crayon on the floor at my friends house and proceeded to draw a picture on the walls (in her defense the children that live in that house already had made some creative art on the walls before her) but regardless it is so imbarrassing when it happens at someone elses house. My son preceeded to spill all the crayons on the floor. I am usually the person that will give each child two or three crayons so I can keep better track of them and make sure there are not any stragglers. This container of about 100 crayon spilled all over the carpet gave me so much stress that I had to laugh when I was cleaning them up and thinking about how something that brought me so much joy as a child could visibly raise my blood pressure now that I am an adult. Isn't is strange how so many things in life change as you grow. Wouldn't it be wonderful to go back to a simpler time in life when you thought everything around you belonged to just you no matter where you were ( imagine how toddlers feel in a toy store) and when crayons were such a source on pure bliss. It is so nice to see life through the innocense my children. A daily stress but also a daily joy that I wouldn't trade for anything.