You begin to worry that perhaps your OCD tendencies are a little stronger then you thought when you tell your three year old it is time to put away his train...
and he tells you that he needs to "stack them" first.
The "Mommy ones" and the "baby ones" (dividing by size).
Each in their own appointed place, with the actual trains coming last.
(since they can't be stacked...)
Jay-jay's bag sits on the top.
Yes, it has been known to happen that when you are cleaning up without him helping you might do that yourself...
But surely you haven't been rubbing off your psychotic obsessions on him that much already, right?
I know that Andy will want to say that it is all my fault. I will admit that I am the one with a stronger inclination to sort neatly, and with minute detail.
However - This was not my idea.
I must admit I supported it wholeheartedly and stayed up until all hours of the night helping complete the project. But it was Andy's idea.
Lego's, sorted by color or purpose.
This was my baby - the tiny pieces.
And just for you who worry that our children are deprived, yes, we do let them play with the Lego's. Just not all at once.
Everything in manageable portions.
The people are a favorite. They are played with often.
I happen to like order in random things. Just don't look to closely at the kitchen floor, which doesn't get mopped nearly as often as it should. My silverware will be neatly sorted, and stacked by size... but there very well might be dust under the cabinet.
To each his own, right?