My delicate demure mindful 4 yr old spent the better part of the morning creating a play ground for mice: making tunnels, slides, trees and rides. A real open ended- Waldorf- Montessori fantasy land! I turn my back for two seconds and she’s pulling at my shirt shaking red with angst only able to point. “What ?!” I say. Through barley audible tears she manages “she destroyed my playground and now she’s eating it” and I see my baby happily chewing on the orange segment of a grimms rainbow