On any given day you can find my kitchen table covered with "stuff."
Sometimes it's school books,
or maybe dirty dishes left from someone's breakfast.
(I'll be naming no names, but she knows who she is.)
In the afternoon, the school books and dishes often get pushed aside
to make way for paint supplies.
From time to time, I have considered sanding down my table and repainting it,
but I never do.
Because I don't want to make their favorite workstation off limits.
I want them to keep creating.
And if that means that my table is scarred and splattered with paint, then so be it.
It's nothing that a table cloth can't cover up.