Here’s my three year old running a tight ship in the studio downtown last spring. I still have two walls of my studio while Kathy (a jeweler) occupies the rest. This has been working out just fine as I come and go when I like for appointments etc. But Sunday, Parks came with me for the first time in a while and broke down on the floor crying. He liked it the way it was and missed the basket of toys I had always kept on hand. I almost cried with him. Instead, I took him to O’Cha to get a big cookie and that cheered us up. Yay cookies.