Why is it that the second you get a toy picked up and put away, it suddenly becomes interesting again? I have put the same teas set away fifteen times. After a few minutes, DeLaynie gets distracted and goes to something else, but the second I put it away... that's right. She wants it back. It's not that she fights against me when I ask her to clean up, but once it's up, it suddenly begins crying out for play time.
Is there something in children that longs for disorder? Is it a secret plot to take over the world by driving us adults crazy? I don't know why, but I know that it is one of the few things that remains the same through time.