I had organized all her toys into three nice bins.
She emptied every single one of her toys out of their bins and into an enormous heap in the middle of her room.
She nearly caused her father to break his leg when he ran in the room to pick up her brother from his nap.
She said, "Why you scream, Mama?" when I stepped on them later. Ouch.
She pitched a huge fit when I told her to pick up her toys.
But then I'm looking through my camera
and see the picture Doug took of her that day.
And it makes the mess worth it.