I came home and it looked as if someone had broken in. The floor was covered with my clothes. Many of my best pieces were lying on the floor, in-between my shoes, in particular those with heels. I was not shocked. I expected a harmless explanation. And then already my youngest one was standing in front of me with a sweet but also guilty facial expression and asked me how my day had been. I thought that this boy has diplomatic talent and forgave him without asking about the chaos on the floor. Read More »