Violating the zone
When we were in Spain, T1 taught T2 to respect the zone. She had a zone for her coffee and reading and he was to have his own zone in the morning which did not infringe on hers. One day upon returning home, Tin was on the sofa and I came over to tell him something and he said, “No mommy, you are in my zone.” Ahem. Today I watched as he moved stealthily into T1’s zone, but the best part was my view of the whole scene.
Tin doesn’t wear shoes or anything below the waist around the house. He’s able to go to the potty by himself and it’s easier without clothes on for him. Also shoes are not good for toddlers. So I had the bird’s eye view of this zone violation this morning.