One section- is the neat and clean, tidy section. This is the section that no one visits usually. And then, there's that other section.
There are varying degrees of persistent clutter. My personal tolerance of mess has hit record levels. Still, it grates me. Till I can take it no more, and an operation de-clutter has to be undertaken. I start with finding trash bags to fill with old forgotten toys, clothes or unbelievable quantities of odds and ends. Sometimes I get into trouble.
As I clear through the clutter and find things to banish, the little girl occasionally with sift through the rubble of the bags I fill; and finds her prized possessions. She comes back and gives me the you-bad-girl look and demands an explanation of why her precious princess crowns and bottle caps and old sea shells and single, lonely socks and paper fans were all in a suspicious "bag" together.
The clutter seems to have reproduction properties. It multiplies in no time. I have my suspicions on a little girl but she insists otherwise:
It's all because of those gpretend things, she says.
Apparently there's a pretend dog, cat, a mouse and possible other pretentions that live together with us. This morning when I demanded why small bits of paper were left behind next to the glider (these were remnants of stickers), little Miss Haana told me those are for her pretend doggy. He likes to eat them! "There's a pretend dog?", I asked. "Mm hmm", I was told, "Of course there is".
The argument was air-tight.
I asked her to remind me to give her a real tickle for all her pretend pets!
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