Obsessive
This evening, Aidan was playing with his trains. All of which fit snugly into a small, rectangular box. While carefully selecting the right parts to make the perfect train, his little fingers came across a wooden pine tree. It’s one of three that act as landscape accents around the train tracks. He picked up this tree and said to me, “Mommy, this is in the wrong place. Next time, put it in the box with the tracks.” Obsess much?
