She’s Mine, All Right

I was getting ready to leave for another stimulating day of work (aren’t all of yours fascinating?) when I saw, from the corner of my eye, my wife staring at something.

Relief swept over me when I realized it wasn’t me she was staring at.

Curiosity overwhelmed me, and I found her watching my youngest daughter alphabetising the spices in the rack.

Now, this is innate organizational behavior I can understand. Every now and again, when I am underemployed, I will “help” my wife in her domain, the kitchen. I usually help by organizing her shelves and pantry. Seems to me, if it’s tomato based, it should all be together, etc. This excellent sorting is usually underappreciated. Hmm.

Anyway, it’s reassuring to see my daughter organizing. Now if we can get her to do that in her own room….


  1. Hmmm, it appears that our daughters are of opposite polarities, with mine seeming to have been spawned in the Courts of Chaos.

    “The floor wax? Oh, I put them in with the rice. What?”

  2. Well, it’s definitely genetic. Her grandmother (yours truly) has had alphabetized spices as long as I’ve had a kitchen! Yes, much of my home lives with lots of neglect, but — the spices are in order!