Each and every day, without fail, I go to get dressed and a child will follow. Oldest won't barge in anymore, I have given him enough to talk to his future therapist about already. Middle child will prance up the stairs to ask me a question that could not possibly wait until I get ready for the day. It is usually something obscure and silly like how many giraffes live in the world or what happens if you drop a tennis ball off the Empire State Building? If it isn't middle, then youngest comes rambling up the carpeted stairs. You can hear him coming a mile away. We have a jar of pretzel rods for him in our room. I stop getting dressed, give him his obligatory pretzel, then he proceeds to steal my shoes and clothes. I usually go back downstairs, still in my pajamas, defeated by endless questions or theft.
Kids smell weakness. They are like wolves. They wait until you are prone to a headache, embarrassment, or distraction to get what they want. People without children may think a two year old is not capable of manipulation. However, any two year old knows what snacks to reach for when mommy is on an important phone call. I don't know if it is my voice, or my body language, but youngest child will go for anything he can't have when I cannot tell him no. The kids will also do this around their grandparents, it is awesome.
My roommates are loud, obnoxious, ungrateful, and have a horrible understanding of personal space. But, I would not trade them for anything in the world. They are my beautiful family.