Parking Lot

When I walked upstairs to check in on Gus last week, I found his monster trucks lined up in a perfect row outside his door. When I had kissed him goodnight and left his room about 30 minutes earlier, he had all of his trucks in his bed but apparently they did something to get themselves kicked out of his room.



I'd like to add that Gus is not one of those kids who prefers to have his things neat and tidy. He has never asked for his toys or his clothing to be just right. In fact, he's so far on the other side of that spectrum (he would wear the same clothes for a week, or happily play cars in the middle of a heap of random toys and half-empty juice boxes. Gross, uh, I mean, that never happens in our house but it if did, I'm sure he would still play contently.) Anywho, I was so impressed, that I felt the need to take a picture of his shining "neat and tidy" moment while he slept peacefully in the background. I hope he was dreaming of cleaner times to come!