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Why do I need a separate kid's room when my little one stays with me all day and night?

Last night I had my husband's office mate and his family as our guests. They were curious to see how the flat is designed in our society and looked at what is where at our 2 bhk house. 2 BHK means we have two bedrooms in our house and a hall. While we have a little one who sleeps with us only, the lady questioned me about making the other bedroom as kid's room while we could have made that our guest room instead.

Well, this is a question I was ready with the answer for as I had to face this several times before and I am expecting it to be repeated there for me in future too.

I politely smiled at her and said, "I could not name it anything but the kid's room." I then explained her why.
  • The wardrobe in that room is filled with stuff that I have to buy in bulk to keep it an economic purchase like, the baby diapers, baby wipes, and bags in which I dispose of them.
  •  I also showed her how the wardrobe is filled with the clothes that are bigger in size for my two years old. Most of those are gifted with love by the child's grandparents and uncles and I have to wait until the child grows up to fit in those. 
  • The other part of that three door wardrobe is filled with toys. I cannot let those toys out as it might not leave any place to walk on the floor of the house. So I let a few of them out and keep all the bulk stored inside. 
  • There is another shelf in the room that remains filled with baby care items. Baby powder to baby soap and baby oil to his healthcare items all are kept in there.
  • The room is fully decorated with my babies pictures that went old enough for the hall frames but I still do not wish them to stay buried under the clothes. 
  • The box of bed in that room is all filled with the daily need clothing items of my child. Count number of nappies, t-shirts, pajamas, towel etc in that. 
  • Not just this, the room is also decorated with a baby pram and walker that have become out of use for my son almost recently.
Thus, it hardly matters who sleeps in there, my son or our guests, the things I have to keep in and the things that secure space in this room are totally belonging to my young one.

 All this makes the second bedroom the kid's room of my house. 
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