“Did you see my tent?” she asked as I cuddled her new baby brother (Hello little boy, welcome to the family).
“Susan gave you the tent. Why don’t you wait a minute” said her mom, my sweet niece who was the same imploring 3-year-old just 5 minutes ago.
“Come into my tent”, she said with pleading eyes and a half smile.
“Do you like your new baby?” I asked as I kissed his tiny fingers.
“Yes”…then… again, “come see my tent”
Giving up the bundle of a boy to his mom, I trail to the living room, home to Ikea’s best orange & yellow carnival tent; a child’s oasis from the stream of eyes for the newborn boy.
“Here, get in” I crouch to climb through the tiny flap to the precious space.
“I have a pillow, see, sit down” I sit, and she lays her head on the pillow with a sly, secret smile of success.