Those who know and love me will be aware that I have what I consider to be a healthy approach to neatness. I don't like things to get out of control, I like relative order in some areas of life and home, but other areas hit a fairly low level on the life priority scales. Frankly I think that there are more important things to do in life. As long as things are not dirty...a little disheveled natural state of being in less visible areas is not the end of the world when there are playful creative learning sharing things to do. Yet somehow I have bred a child with a very particular aversion to dirt. With the exception of chocolate on her face, which clearly doesn't count coz she can't see it, she is very concerned about the presence of "dirty" on hands or feet, hates to have a stray hair on her (I agree, ug!) and is a most considerate and concerned citizen when it comes to tidying up the sand left behind by those messy messy boys in the park...
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