Alice is not much of a neat freak. I frequently have to remind her that if she can’t make it from the door of her room to her bed without walking on a solid carpet of dirty clothes, then she should probably pick them up and put them in the hamper. Alice is also not bothered by large drifts of toys in the basement either.
So it was with some amount of resignation that I asked Alice to clean up her room this afternoon. However, when she came down to ask if it was sufficiently clean for her release from servitude, I was stunned to find a room with not a single out of place thing on the floor. I called Mom up to look at it so we would have a least one memory of Alice achieving order.