I’ve been teasing the ‘rents lately that Evie really is my granddaughter cuz she has the Monica Gene. Like when we go to the library she has to clean up the mess the other kids leave before she plays. Or when I gave her the bag of stuff to ‘take’ to the bathroom and she puts it all away instead. And she’s been doing a fantastic job keeping her new room clean making sure everything gets put in its place. She told me tonight that her new Christmas headphones didn’t have a spot yet and I pointed out an empty pink bin. She said she was using that one as her trash. I told her I’d get her a trash can at Walmart tomorrow. She ran off to tell Mama the ‘exciting news’.  When she came back, she put her hands on her hips, looked around the room and said:

“OK, now let’s think about where to place it!”