Someday (sooner rather than later, I hope, but who really knows), we will gut this old and outdated kitchen, and we'll put in fancy new things. But I also know as time passes and we get the fancy things, Max will keep growing up and my new fancy kitchen floor won't be covered in long long trains. He might not want to hang out with me every second while I cook dinner when we get to Fancyville. Parenting emotions are never simple.
