My grandchildren are crazy, inquisitive kids. They are loved and secure. These little people each have their own quirky personalities and they are learning so much. It's fun to watch them because they are magical at this age. Too soon they will have to learn to deal with the real world, but you hope they retain enough of this sense of magic to get them through life.
The following depression-era picture is of my father. At the age of three his mother died and his father sent his two older brothers to live with an uncle. My father was handed off to his grandparents, farmers who had lost all their savings. His grandfather was disabled. I imagine taking care of a toddler and a husband in a wheelchair was quite a challenge for my great grandmother. And for my father, I am sure there was not much happiness as you can tell from this picture. The love and loyalty of this little dog he is embracing no doubt helped him survive a childhood that was too soon shattered by the death of his mother and separation from his brothers.
Give all the little people in your life that precious space in time for the magic of imagination and play. Today I'll take my crazy little people to the beach and playground.