The Youngest Child Looks Forward

Yesterday Mr. TOF had a long afternoon that involved dealing with difficult older siblings who wanted to push his buttons and aggravate him at every turn.  He held it together better than he does some days, but I came into the kitchen and found him in tears, extraordinarily frustrated after someone once again was pestering and making things hard when they could have been helping him get a glass out of the cupboard for water.   I gave him a big hug and he squeezed me back hard and asked emphatically, “WHY can’t they just all go away to college?”