Ricki has an extra “closet” in her room: the space between her bed and the wall. Now she is not the only culprit. Most of my kids, at one time or another, thought that they could get away with discarding stuff behind the bed rather than getting up to throw it in the waste basket. Usually a few “clean-it-up-yourself” sessions would rectify 90% of the problem.
With Ricki, I have a difficulty, however. She discards books, tissues, pens, catsup bottles, etc. in such quantities as to make “clean-it-up-yourself” a bit unpractical. So usually I roll up my sleeves and corner Ricki at least to help me. Yesterday I decided that “enough was enough”, and I plan to do “after-the-bed” patrol much more frequently, and force her to do it herself.
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Ricki has a sense of humor. This morning she held a cold glass in her hand, and urged me to put it to my cheek, eager to see my reaction. This involves finding humor in a situation, foreseeing reactions, plan and effect. Not bad.