It’s all a matter of perspective- and who gets there first- or last?
My gorgeous Grand Daughter came for the day and vied with my cat Rex to occupy the play space. As cats do – he always plonks himself right in the middle of any space to claim ownership- and of course to try and trip me over. He decided the space in the centre of the train track would be a good place to have a sleep- much to my Grand Daughter’s dismay.
We compromised and he moved to the bed to watch the play. She then wanted to put dolly to bed- and herself – with a story from Granny- poor Rex had to move again. Oh well, whose room is it any way?